He gave me everything I have,
So I owe Him my all,
I feel the gratitude deep within,
But short I often fall.
I have spent many hours learning of Him,
And the path which He has trod,
Like footprints leading us through the snow,
as we grasp the iron rod.
In my heart I long to be like Him,
But the flaxen cord is strong,
And only His power can sever it,
Helping me back when I go wrong.
Sometimes He lends me His holy view,
And the way ahead seems clear,
Still I stumble and trip over my own feet;
Yet, He is always near.
As I feel unsteady
And my feet are losing grip,
All I need do is stretch out my hand,
He will help me not to trip.
Whenever I do stumble,
When from Him I've moved away,
I can try again in my
attempt to never stray.
The greatest miracle of all
Comes with each restart,
When through His tender mercies,
I am given a new heart.
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