I walked along a lonely road,
Along a path of fear.
And acted as if nothing happened,
Withholding every tear.
I trod upon thorny ground,
Upon a region of pain.
And tried to comfort myself with thoughts,
All so very vain.
I sauntered along the edge of a cliff,
Along the road of death.
Until I stumbled upon the CROSS OF GRACE,
That saved me from God’s wrath!
Copyright © Christian Ratnam 2007
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