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Walking Tall | ||
| I praise the Lord for legs that walk And take me where I want to go. At steeper hills I do not balk, Although I may at times go slow. It is a joy to stroll erect And wander from the beaten trail. I never know what I'll detect. My daily bread is never stale. I'm glad I do not have to crawl To view the world that round me lies. I may not get to see it all, But that won't be for lack of tries. | ||
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