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Integrity Poem

I get your fear, know your pain

I see through your ways, not your little games

Lies that cripple your soul and swallow you whole

You don’t need to hold on to them no more

 

Your hands might define your flow

But it is your heart that moves your soul

Tides and tight lines only line your sight

But your God is the way to fight

 

Ready your armor and sharpen your knife

Shape your probity and don’t run out of fright

Give Him your hand and He’ll hold it tight

Because He is the way, the truth, and the life

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