Most stumbling blocks are little, but they trip me all the same.
Whenever I move forward, they are there to make me lame.
And if I take a step back they will offer me a seat
of comfort, to give up and contemplate my own defeat.
When I stumble, Lord, forgive my inconsistent pace,
and help me once again to look upon thy loving face.
Give me wisdom to pick up those blocks that make me falter,
and pile them high until they make an unpretentious altar.
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