Suitable and pleasant doing right is to me.
Prickly and uncomfortable my faux pas, when I see.
To conform to rules of men to all their do's and don't's
Relieves my anxious mind and heart more than I shan't or won't.
A rebellious streak poked up its head when I was just a teen.
The bitter consequences left scars still easy to be seen.
Onto the straight and narrow road the Father gently guides me.
I turned to Him when, at the end of running, Grace did find me.
My early attempts to follow Him were stiff, perfectionistic.
As though my God would use on me my own hard measuring stick.
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