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| In the thicket filled with vines Far away from lovely pines You don't see a trace of trail, Yet your courage doesn't fail. Patiently you push on through, Doing what you have to do, Persevering with the grind Till an exit route you find. Life at times can trackless be! That is part of destiny. Trust the Lord; He will abide And be your unerring guide. | ||
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