When I Consider how Far I’ve Traveled

When I consider how far I’ve traveled,
The hills, the mountains, I’ve climbed
I pause to ponder on all the woes:
Sometimes filled, other times empty
And all my yesterdays wrapped up in a mist
All these I must keep at heart lest I commit a sin
Like Jacob thus increase my days of sorrow
When mute, I still say a word
Too audible to aflame the Host
Then each passing day announces my doom
I have but just a plea:
That when I finally lose my house I’ll gain my home
Then I’ll be glad I’ve indeed traveled
And all the mysteries I’ve indeed unraveled.

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