i wrote a poem. i think it encapsulates this well enough. god will meet you on the road. the paths we tread in the dark, those very ways that leave us grim and stark. we rush forward with such great haste, our lives from dawn to dusk we make waste. from ourselves we do flee, lord, our god, will meet with thee. he chooses the most perfect timing, to save us from our sin defining. when we are lost and consumed with contrition, that is when god will save from his volition. a broken man can understand, from dust we are and to dust we descend.
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