Complacency strikes at the top of a peak,
When things are going just fine and dandy.
It seems at these times, Lord, I think only of me
Thinking of you if and when you might come in handy.
So focused on my own well-being,
and comfortable in new found ease
Pride takes over and I let go of you
Soon and quickly I neglect to please.
Forgive me, Dear God, for being so obtuse
Thank you for guiding me humbly low.
Whether peaks or valleys, I love you Lord!
New and various ways I’ll seek to show
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