His heartbeat is so close to mine
It's a steady sound, always the same
My connection with Him is a Divine line
A crimson stream by which Salvation came
His eyes speak of Love and He has a smile
As He gently takes me by the hand
And guides me through another mile
Of wilderness, valleys and hilly land
While I'm walking, He keeps me in sight
I hear His call above the wordly noise
Directing me to take a different flight
Still higher, to better hear His voice
As He taught me to follow His trodden path
I no longer need to be roaming around
But can freely graze where there's no aftermath
In a place where joy and love abound
Written by Trudy Veerman
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