The heart of a child
like pure, driven snow
Is seeking direction
"Which way do I go?
The world is so scary
the night always dark
And who will go with me,
my pathway to mark?
It's cozy and warm
here where I've been raised
But I must step out--
I've a new trail to blaze.
The path is uncharted
The highway is grim
But I will set out,
Leaning on Him.
I know that God loves me,
He's been here before.
With Him, I look forward
to what is in store."
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