Ì was a wandèŕèr
Upon the face
Of the earth.
No hand to hold
No friendly face
To ɓe with me.
Then He came
Holding out Hìs hands
Offering to guide me
If only I will ĺet Hìm.
Now I am a wanderer still
But no longer alone
For now
God walks with me.
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