The gentle steps of progress
They are so lightly trod
Near thorns and rocky places
Close to the iron rod
How quickly one can lose themselves
And fall from safety's grace
The unbound pain and injury
Contorts the wincing face
Prideful will's desires stray
One's own resented truths
Changing spirit of the self
To simply recognize "good news"
Each labored step of learning
Will reach to life's reward
The broken heart's unyielding yearning
Sings highest praises to the Lord
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