If your steps exclude His light,
Failure follows, dark as night.
Every choice, each path we take,
Without His hand, our hearts will break.

To walk away, to turn aside,
Is to let the devil be your guide.
Illusions cloud the truth we seek,
Deception whispers, hearts grow weak.

What if it's not as it appears?
What if it's shaped by doubts and fears?
Without clear proof, can we decide,
Or let suspicions turn the tide?

A heart that drowns in sinful ways
Can never hold what He conveys.
His sacred words, so pure, so bright,
Won’t dwell where darkness kills the light.

Perhaps the fault is deep within,
Blinded eyes, hearts lost in sin.
Why not shift the gaze inside,
Rather than let the...