The paths I have walked, the roads I have run,
they have not always been much fun.
But as I look at the parts I shun,
I cannot but see Godís Holy Son.
For as I look I see this thread,
for without Lord Jesus, I would surely be dead.
For with His hand, I can surely stand,
even though I am like a grain of sand.
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