When I starte my journey in fresh child like trust, I believed that the Lord's way was best. I would read in his word how he mothered the bird, and grieved when it fell from its nest. How I felt his delight when I chose to do right, and prayed I would not make him sad. We would meet on the way in the cool of the day. What a pure sweet comunion we had.

Oh, But now more than ever I cherish the cross. More than ever I sit at his feet. All the miles of my journey have proved my Lord true, and he is so precious to me.

Oh, the road I have traveled has sometimes been steep, through the wild, jagged places of life. And sometimes I stumbled and fallen so hard that the stones cut my soul like a knife, but the staff of my sheperd would reach out for me and lift me to cool pastures green. With the oil of the Spirit anointing my wounds, there I'd rest by the clear, healing stream.

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Is love's old sweet story too good to be true? Do you find all this hard to believe? Has the cruel world we live in so battered your heart, that the hurt child inside you can't grieve? I can't say I blame you I've been where you are, and all I can say is, 'It's true!' You're wanted. You're precious. You're the love of His heart, and the old rugged cross was for you.

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Oh, he is so precious to me...yes! He is so precious to me.

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