Need the strength to walk along
On tender, virgin feet-
To find that strange blurred
line where joy and sorrow meet.

With line, fret, played this song, acoustic was the sound-
The notes they rose, traveled miles
Until I was found.

Held to my faith just like a gem,
Worth everything it cost-
Waiting for my deliverance, trust would not stay lost.

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