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There is an old well worn path At the end of my road Where you can find me quite often To lighten this heavy load |
I often speak about my children And ask for their protection That they turn their life to Thee And go in the right direction |
Sometimes I just meditate And look over the old farm It still holds all it's beauty And it's old fashion charm |
Maybe I come to ask forgiveness For mistakes I have made Feeling low and sorry From the path I had strayed |
I always feel uplifted After these little walks I take To have a talk with Jesus All others to forsake |
I find Him always here waiting Matters not the day or hour Ready to hold me near His bosom With His sweet healing power |
He will never leave or forsake me A promise He has given He'll stay with me till the end With This power I am driven |
So many times I've walked to old path To find sweet solace there In the years that's come and gone I have learned my Savior cares |
I hope you have a secret closet That you can go when in need And have a little talk with Jesus That may be just what you need |
When I am heavy laden I know just where to go no doubt I just take a walk on the old path And my Savior lifts me out |
© Raylene Boggs Used with permission all rights reserved |
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