All learning comes through experience
The doing of the thing
Just like the little knots
Boy scouts tie in their string
Quite oft I’ve tied a granny
When a reef knot was the thing
But can I untie a granny
With the help of him?
How can I know unless I ask
And seek the master of the string
Will he not sustain and help me
Overcome the thing?
Where is the master of the string?
Is he in heaven within
Where I need to seek and find
So I may come to him?
‘Tis writ I am with you always
Without me you could not be
Be still and know I truly am
The master of the string.