Comes a time when all the fight
Will disappear into the night
When all the struggle to understand
Will slip away like sliding sand
Sometimes it happens we see light
And everything is clear to sight
The less we pull, the more we gain
Surrendering all, we lose the pain
And as we walk and grow and see
The need to control will cease to be
Beneath the realm of trust and love
We will, then, see as God above..
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