Where I see no path, You clear the way.

I am in a constant blizzard, a tundra, wandering aimlessly. Nothing but falling snow clouds my vision.

But You, Lord, take this vagabond and leads her. 


When I feel alone, You are with me.

I cannot find a place of shelter on Earth to rest. Always, coonstantly moving, no permanent house for me to reside.  

But You, Lord, dwell in Her and she dwells in You. 


Where I am broken, You mend with your Grace.

I am sinful and imperfect. Water made murky and undrinkable, always thristy.  But You, Lord, cleanse her with Your pure Love.    


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