Sometimes the winds that toss our lives
Are meant to change our course;For those of us with stubborn streaks
He has to use more force.
I wasn’t listening to him,
The gales rose in my face.I turned, obedient again,
And found his loving grace.
I know I’ll fly of course once more,
I’m not a perfect child,
But he will blow me back on track
Before I grow too wild.
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