When I look back the way I've come,
the path, the dreams I've had,
the winding path unwinds before me.
Is there really a plan?
The constant lodestar
has always shone its light,
bringing hope and joy.
Who lit that star?
Who put it in my sight?
Whose constancy beamed upon my way?
It has the name of love,
the languages of all ages past,
and yet to come.
'There are many plans in a man's heart, nevertheless it is the Lord's purpose that will stand.'
Proverbs 19 vs 21
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