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To my Road Tracker

To track my way to Heaven, Jesus is the surest Road tracker.
On this journey to my haven of rest,
My frail hands in your sturdy palms I wrest,
My feeble steps only trail your trusted track,
You alone can lead me right in the darkest dark.

But every step with you makes the floor more slippery;
And every walk with you makes my soul feel weary.

Sometimes I feel I'm almost falling,
Sometimes I feel I'm almost drowning,
Sometimes my steps fail me,
Sometimes my heart fails me.

And every step with you makes the floor more slippery;
Every walk with you makes my soul feel weary.

But you tell me to keep my gaze on you,
You tell my eyes never to sway too,
Your dazzling face keeps my feet unyielding,
Your unfailing promises keep my heart unbending.

But every step with you makes the floor more slippery;
And every walk with you makes my soul feel weary.

Even when I release my hands from your grip,
You search faithfully for me in the heap,
You offer your loving hands again,
You assure me of your love again.

But every step with you makes the floor more slippery;
And every walk with you makes my soul feel weary.

My frail hands in your sturdy palms I wrest,
Cos with you, I'll track my haven of rest,
Please keep me safe in your grip;
Hold me tightly as I leap.

Because every step with you makes the floor more slippery;
And every walk with you makes my soul feel weary.
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Published: 6/14/2016
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