Lord, I get so anxious.
I get so frustrated.
There is no end to the criminals and their crime, the tyrants and their tyranny.
But today, in your presence, I see that there is an end.
They have no future. Like grass they will wither. Like dry flowers they will crumble.
So I will stop my trembling and start my trusting.
I will stop plotting revenge and start planning what’s right.
I’ll stop worrying about the bad they’re doing and start focusing on the good I can do.
Because that’s the kind of life with a future. That’s the kind of life that leads to peace.
That’s the ending I want to my story.
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