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Where many feet stumble
Unsure where they go;
Where several lips grumble
And bitterness of hearts show
My feet will walk sure.
For they know where they go.
And words, sweet and pure,
From my lips will flow.
Where paired eyes squint
Lost in the arms of darkness
And hands grope for the glint
Stumbling into the cess,
My eyes shall sure behold
The beauty of His light.
And strong shall be my hold
To his hand of might.
I fear not the times,
I dread not the tides,
For everything rhymes
When he is my guide.
The lord is my shepherd
Why should I want?
So from my place in his herd
The raging Devil I’ll taunt.
