The Lord does trace my steps when I do stray
In steady stride to catch me when I fall
His hand against my back to stop my sway
His open heart to hear my strangled call.
With turnéd back alone I cannot live
For I must learn to follow, let Him lead
With closéd eyes, my faith to Him I give
Take comfort in a heart by Jesus freed.
I may, at times, strike out alone and walk
Just like a child intent on leaving home
But He shall wait as ships do wait at docks
And not depart whilst I remain alone.
The Way of Grief has cleared a path to tread
With faith my blinded eyes see light ahead.
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