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Lord,
you’ve walked with me
through back roads and prisons
over train tracks and through headlines.
Now I’m walking the line online,
and I need your steady hand.
Keep me from stepping
into the smoke-filled back room of a scam—
those slick messages
callin' me by name,
promisin' me the world,
leavin' me broke and ashamed.
Guard my “good name”
tighter than my favorite black suit—
so that one bad post,
one angry thread,
doesn’t become a stain
we can’t ever scrub off.
When the feed gets mean
and the crowd is jeerin',
teach me not to throw punches
through the keyboard.
Help me speak for the locked‑up,
the left‑out,
the folks getting chewed up
by systems and schemes
and algorhithms.
Let my security be as tight and tuned
as the strings on this old guitar:
strong passwords,
careful steps,
all in a cord
before I trust.
And when the day is done,
may the record show
that I did my best
to walk that digital line—
true to you,
true to myself,
and kinder to others
than this old world expects.
wracton@gmail.com
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