Me A House Divided

 

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When whatever owns me causes strife, then I vow to let strife depart with whatever owns me, both may leave.

When pride beckons me to follow, I say, “The path is dark.”

Pride answers, “Trust me.” This is my first failing.

I am in want. I flounder in fear. I breathe, “I am content.”  Then I am renewed.

“Where is my home? Today, at this moment, my home is here where I am.”

“I am cold. I am hungry. I am alone. I am unwise, and my tongue is dry.”

I seek harmony of mind. This I trust is the foundation of my house un-divided.

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A House Divided