Like all men did I wander, through a dusty blowing land.
Unable to know just where I go, my sight reduced to my trembling hand.
But one Great moment appeared to me, the Holy One came near.
He gave me precious things to own, and bid me “Hide these here”.
So all the days I’ve left to own, are filled with placing dearly:
The proclamation that He Is, and guides so very nearly.
By His Grace