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| Through the fog we onward go, Forced at times to travel slow, Trusting that the road is there For we're blessed with faith to spare. There are times in every life When each person, man or wife, Cannot see the future clear! Doubts and obstacles appear. God the Pilot leads the way, Always ready to display Great resources we can call To prevent a tragic fall. | ||
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