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I am alone again and have no place to go,
But still my weak heart cries, "O Lord, I want to know
The death and life of Christ. My dream is brief and bare
Amid all the rush of life, O Lord, I want to care."
My fears are many and most find no quick relief.
Still I find comfort and joy in this safe belief:
That God's Word is more than mere idle mindless talk.
In fact, the Word became flesh to teach us how to walk.
At first I stumble as I walk along with God,
But Christ loves patiently although my gait is odd.
My life in his, I am free to go through dry lands;
For I know he'll hold me in his strong loving hands.
My hope is sure with our Father in full control.
His angels flock around us in a great patrol.
The day dawns soon when each and every knee will bow.
Our Lord is waiting, coming, and with us even now.