In my life I knew no journey
no direction and no way
never did I climb a mountain
never had too much to say
In my golden years of aging
suddenly a sea appears
bringing songs and music soaring
healing waters joining tears
Though my limbs are weak and brittle
blue green waves of crests now flow
in my heart and in my spirit
safe from currents undertow
Now I'm glad my path was hidden
detours, dead ends everywhere
now I'm glad for every hardship
now I know the Savior cares.
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