This life is not my production,
And I need Your interruption.
I want You at the center,
And all blessings to enter.
This life was written to praise,
Forever and all my days.
Left to my own devices, it's a mess,
I want Your headlines on this press.
I step away from the bright light,
And in Your presence, I delight.
For Your words are always new,
And I seek Your will to do.
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