Isle of Skye, Scotland
I can scarcely imagine a minute or two
Without the consolation of having you
Stand with me as these trials appear
A fog hangs with me, but to you it's clear
The step I should take and the path to follow
Please guide me that way, cause movement tomorrow
For my hope is alive and my faith is true
Thy will be done is my prayer to You
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