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Father, I’m high above the sea
on mountains You have
made.
Now that I must ski down again
I’m really quite
afraid.
I know I should be capable
for 'basics' I've been
taught .
And yet my feet don’t always do
exactly what they aught
.
I know if I ‘schuss’ I’II go fast .
and ‘snowploughing'
slow down.
And if ‘snowploughing' skis are 'edged’
I’II stop without a
frown.
I’ve learned to turn a corner with
weight on the ‘outside’
ski.
I’II ‘traverse’ across a mountain
ever so happily.
I know I must stand upright,
‘less I want to gather
speed.
That my pelvis must be tilted
slightly behind my
knees.
But I've been known to go too fast
in my stupidity -
So lead me onto paths that keep
Your Peace and Joy with
me.
Guide me to snow that will slow down
my maniacal speed.
Please bellow loudly in my ear
so I’ll have to take
heed.
I do not seem to notice all the
things that I should
see –
So Father, guide me always on
safe paths that You can
see.
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