My Father has a plan for me. He writes my path, each twist and turn and though I strayed blindsightedly, he led me back, his way to learn.   I used to think my way was best, I'd mapped my destiny with care, but lurking troubles, unforseen, prevented me from getting there.   Somehow, I found my way back home; The Holy Spirit waited there - I'm thankful that He guided me to walk with Him in faith and prayer.

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