It seems that when the Father pulls me aside
He talks with me stride for stride
Always a walk down a long winding road
The Lord and His Grace bearing the load
Physically weak, old fragile bones
A heavy heart beating, and my feet are as stones
A tall mountain looming, hiding its top
Thighs and back screaming, screaming to stop!
"Child wander on" the Spirit gently whisps,
"Mind not the pain in your heart, in your hips"
"Some walk for glory, and some walk for fame"
'You child, walk, for the experience of pain."
The Teacher within me, wise to the Light
Leading me through this, this fight that I fight
At the top of the mountain, I stop and look down
A crisp smile replacing what once was a frown
Another walk taken with the Lord I call God
Precious, beyond precious this journey I've trod.
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