Oh God please help my weary feet
The path is stoney and sometimes steep
Oh help me thy path to keep when
stones lay there that bruise my feet.
When holes are there, I do not see
Take my hand, I'll walk with THEE.
When mud is there, I can't cross through,
Hold tight my hand, Thy Will I'll do.
Show me thy love when alone I must go.
To others Thy love I must always show.
When the days seem weary and the path so long
Help me to sing Thee a Heavenly song.
When the down hill is slippery and the hills are so steep
Always oh always Thy Way must I keep.
The distance to Heaven is walked here from earth
God's there to guide us ore all kinds of turf
Some walk by others,yet some walk alone
Be true in your walk to reach the Heavenly Dawn.
God holds the prize for you and for me, walk on my
dear ones Thy Face you will see.
By Lucy W. Hagy
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