Like children who have lost their way
Alone and comfortless we wander.
Stumbling through woods that grow deep & ever darker,
With no direction, we cry for help
and hear our pleas echo through the canyons.
Is there anyone who can hear us?
Then, like a rushing wind, a voice whispers to our heart,
And through tear filled eyes we see an outstretched hand,
There to lead us home.
Though swirling streams may block our way
And slippery stones betray our feet
He leads us on. He knows the way, His feet are sure,
And in Him we find safe passage.
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