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Revelation

There's a path to our heart
Thru Life's never ending noise
It journeys to the part 
That out soul employs.
Strong arms clear the way
From bramble and thorn,
It's done when we pray
And our faith's reborn.
If you listen for Him now,
Falling steps draw near,
He always keeps His vow,
To those held dear.
A well-beaten trail
His steps have trod,
They come without fail-
The footsteps of God.

By Sharon Frye