Let me walk in step with thee
thru trails,and paths,and valleys low.
Across the boulders,mountains high...
into the land where the river flows.

All journeys seem less then a mile
when in you i rest a while.

I remember...

When travel weary and full of strife,
I first drank the cup of life.
I couldn't then first tell
how and when I had cast off the shell,
my feet suddenly was unfettered free
dancing to a different beat,
from a tainted past so sore
which I couldn't ignore before,
but when i gulped the drink of life
I felt a searing as tho a knife....
i knew something had broken free,
i just didn't know it was me!