Treasure Island

Steven Taylor

(6/7/58 / Cleveland, Ohio)

I Trust You Father


I trust you father to provide
a path for me to walk, ...
and wisdom to ignore the fools, ...
let them laugh and let them talk

I trust you father to instill
a roadmap for my life
that steers me towards the rightous few
and spares me pain and strife

I trust you father to remind
me of my own free will,
that pitfalls lie within my path,
that I must climb uphill

I trust you father to accept
that sometimes I grow weak,
and thrist for waters of this world,
and other love I'll seek

I trust you father to forgive
my sins in Jesus' name,
and when I die my soul will rise,
and salvation I can claim

I trust you father

Submitted: Wednesday, May 17, 2006
Edited: Tuesday, July 27, 2010

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