Every path I follow
Leads me back to you,
Past lonely and forgotten weeds
Under cloudless skies of blue.
Don’t walk too far ahead of me
I might lose you in the clouds,
Your voice is too faint to hear
When it used to be so loud.
Don’t walk too far behind me
I may forget you’re there,
Like a distant faded memory
That once was crystal clear.
Just walk close beside me
And speak on my behalf,
For Your word is a lamp unto feet
And a light unto my path.
Poetry in Motion 
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