Often I wonder,
What right do I have
To go against Your will
And make You sad?
Also I ponder,
Every time that I fail,
Did I help to peirce
Your hand with a nail?
All this wondering
When really I know
That all this pondering
Just goes to show
Free will is a privilage,
Not a right I have earned.
And I will show the world
'Til all have learned
Of Your love
And the right they lack.
I'm spreading Your Word
Until You come back.
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