At the gates of a new day I stand
He will meet me here; this I do know
He will take my hand and He will lead me
And I, His child, weak as I am, will follow…
Though I may not feel I have the strength
If my courage, too, is wearing thin
I’ll remember that my Shepherd goes before
– And so the path’s already trodden in.
One step at a time – the only way;
and looking to His frame, not at my feet
Today, the only path we need to conquer
– in victory, Tomorrow we shall greet.
Florry Rich ©2012
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