He holds my hand and guides my feet around
every rut and every stone.
The path I choose to walk was made with me in mind, every detail tailored personally, entirely by design.The path I choose to walk is often steep and many times narrow. Because He watches over me through trouble deep and long, I remain good, amazingly better than fine.
The path I choose to walk, it has purpose, direction and it belongs to no one else, it is all mine. I have things to do, to accomplish and conquer bravely. I can do it, with confidence, not because I think I am special or I am particularly grand. It's because the one who hung the stars, He holds my hand.
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