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| Wayfarers by: Martha Snell Nicholson There is no permanent calamity For any child of God: Way-stations all, where we briefly stop Upon our homeward road. Our pain and grief are only travel stains Which shall be wiped away, Within the blessed warmth and light of Home, By God's own hand some day. |
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| WALK WITH ME (author unknown) If you're alone it need not be. Take my hand and walk with me. Walk with me, by my side: Not for me to be your guide, For where you're bound, I do not know and the way is not mine to show. I won't promise to follow you, It may be more than I can do. Walk with me while we wait. Not that you might bear my freight, If I don't lift it I'll grow frail and that will cause me to fail. I am able to perform my task, and sometimes more, if you ask. Walk with me, even in rain. We can't take the other's pain, But you can know that I care. Not to gain in worldly fare, but for the feelings that we share, and to know someone is there. Walk with me as a brother. That we'll understand each other; Not to listen to me preach And surely not for me to teach, And if we help, it's from desire, Not from duty, and not for hire. Walk with me as a friend, Not to promise until time's end. Not to possess, for you're not mine but we'll walk together, down the line. When you need me, there I'll be Would you not do as much for me? If you are down, I'll help you stand; So reach out, friend, and take my hand and walk with me in this beautiful land. Reach out friend, take my hand. |
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