Three Steps Behind


I trusted much when I was young
I had no knowledge of deceitful tongues
I wandered a steep, rocky path,
Day after day, as the years passed

People I met tried to pull me apart
Telling me how I should regard my heart
Seek only pleasure, or cast it away
Always distrust, or blindly obey

I tried to follow every single trail
And each single one led me to fail
I looked around, and then realized
This kind of life was making me blind

I heard a voice without a sound
I made my choice and turned around
I took one step, only then to find
That God was always only three steps behind.

– Michael Terry

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