Appian Way

Heavenly Father, I confess

It's hard for imperfection

To find a path to perfection

When my life is a broken Appian Way

A fractured soul needing repair

Basolato won't last me forever and a day

On high, you watched

Roman hearts of the past

Like Emperor Trajan,

One imperfect man

Determined to build

A perfect road to last

Unlike Trajan

I built a road to nowhere

Crying for a faith I lost

Somewhere along the way

On the broadest rough road

As tragic as the Appian Way is today

Heavenly Creator

You are the Architekton

The Wise Master Builder

The Chief Designer

Create in my heart of need

An asphalt of grace

Cast my soul of imperfection

In perfect spiritual shoes of love

That I may walk forever

And a day

On your perfect Appian Way

Jesus said

Broad is the road

Leading to destruction,

Narrow the road

That leads to life,

And only a few find it

Heavenly Creator

You are the Architekton

The Wise Master Builder

The Chief Designer

Create in our heart of need

An asphalt of grace

Cast our souls of imperfection

In perfect spiritual shoes of love

That we may walk forever

And a day

On your perfect Appian Way

That we may walk forever

And a day

On your perfect Appian Way

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