| When I started my journey in fresh childlike trust
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| I believed that the Lord’s way was best.
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| I would read in His Word how He mothered the bird
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| And grieved when it fell from it’s nest.
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| How I felt His delight when I chose to do right,
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| And I prayed I would not make Him sad.
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| We would meet on the way in the cool of the day,
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| What a pure sweet communion we had.
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| CHORUS:
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| Oh, but now more than ever I cherish the cross.
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| More than ever I sit at His feet.
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| All the miles of my journey have proved my Lord true,
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| And He is so precious to me.
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| The road I have traveled has sometimes been steep,
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| Through wild jagged places of life.
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| Sometimes I’ve stumbled and fallen so hard
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| That the stones cut my soul like a knife.
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| But the staff of my Shepherd would reach out for me
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| And lift me to cool pastures green.
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| With oil of the spirit anointing my wounds,
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| There I’d rest by the clear healing stream.
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| CHORUS
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| Is Love’s Old Sweet Story too good to be true?
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| Do you find all this hard to believe?
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| Has the cruel world we live in so battered your heart
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| That the hurt child inside you can’t grieve?
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| I can’t say I blame you.
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| I’ve been where you are.
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| But all I can say is
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| It’s true!
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| You’re wanted,
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| You’re precious,
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| You’re the love of His heart,
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| And the old rugged cross was for you.
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| CHORUS |