Not Alone
My feet were cut and bleeding, My soul weary and torn, I had come a long way, trying To do it on my own. I collapsed to the cold ground, The world was closing in, I was beaten down by my Own sin. Then I heard a voice, Strong and commanding, Gentle and calm; "Fear not my child, my lost sheep, I will carry you, The rest of the way."
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