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Open Heart

A mess on the path
Mine to clean
Scrub and sweep
Are my means

Every move
Countless minutes
More shambles
No way to clean it

On my knees
Scream and cry
No progress for work
Or understanding why.

Seeking answers
With praying demands
To which He answered
You must clean your hands.

With palms and fingers clean
The mess was too
Appreciate the problem
And the answer inside you.

Seek the guidance
Recognize your part
He will give you the answer
When you open your heart.

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