The Living Roadmap - Poem by Clarice McClain
Father, I'm tired of running red lights, making u-turns or
going down dead end streets.
Lord, I need you to guide me, show me the light, to the
destination you want me to reach.
Without you Lord, I don't know where I'm going, I'm like a
lost sheep from the flock.
In a world, that's filled with many time bombs, my life is
on the clock.
Father God, be my roadmap, before it's too late, lead me in
the right way.
For I'm one of your sheep, lost and confused, please send
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