The old prospector works alone
Seeks his find, makes it his own
The book on the shelf lays silent alone
Until the words find a home
Deeply planted, made our own
Life's road may change
Graze a new pasture, new range
In liberty, serve the one true God alone
May His word find a new home
Do not dare to walk alone
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