Sometimes, God causes us
To walk in strange
And difficult places.
With rock-strewn paths
Lining the way.
And mountains so high—
They hide the light of day.
But He would never let
You walk alone.
And is there
To hold your hand,
Bringing you to a surer place,
As only the Father can.
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