My life is held in unseen hands, Keeping me safe from Satan's plans. Foot prints lie in front of me, already walked where I'll soon be .Leading me up to the mountain high, where roses bloom beneath blue skies. Then down to the dark valley alone I cry, A light of hope I now can see, A lily blooming just for me .The joy it brings renews my strength. Now up to the mountain again I climb, higher never look behind, Like Eagles wings I now will soar. . On the mountain top to stand once more,
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