I walk by faith, not by sight
While I strive to do what is right
Not by worldly standards measure
But only for my Lord's pleasure
Daily I walk down the narrow pathway
A sheep struggling not to go astray
My Shepherd guides my steps onward
Listening to the still soft voice of my Lord
Beside still waters He lays me down
In hopes of one day to receive my robe and crown
Down the path of righteousness for His name sake
His grace alone forgives my mistakes
He is my Shepherd and I will fear no more
But look towards the treasure He has in store
In times of trouble I seek my Lord
For He alone is my Rock, my Shield, and my Sword
By faith and by faith alone I am saved
His grace freed me when I was enslaved
In a world filled with sorrow and pain I was lost
From His love for me, He took my sins to the Cross.
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The path we trod...I love it that the poem takes us to that place of fearing no more and understanding we are no more enslaved. What can I say! Well Done! Beautifully written. Forgiven...I love it!
