Here in the Woods Between,
I tremble and be still.
And I hear the Master sing,
Softly stating His will.
I bow, I listen;
Perhaps I may wonder.
But however incomprehensible,
On His Path I do not wander.
It has a purpose,
The greatst of plans.
Wherever the direction,
I will go to those lands.
Lord, please aid me.
I am so confused.
So weak, and shallow minded.
Hold my hand. Carry me through.
I'm sorry, I'll get up.
I will stand and fight again.
When I reach the Final Waters...
You'll be with me, even then.
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