Still searching for my path,
I fall upon the ground.
I'm sitting in the dirt
With thistles all around.
I stay there and I cry,
"Well, this must be my place;
The path, it may be grand,
But I'm a different case."
Just as I'm giving up,
Oh, I begin to see,
Brushing past the weeds,
A man has come for me!
I show to him my broken leg,
And he vows to carry me
We travel to the end of day,
With sweat across his brow.
Finally, we reach the gate
And my family's waiting there
O, I fall before my guide.
And wash his feet with my tears;
Unworthy of His love.
He lifts me up from in the dust,
And whispers in my ear,
"You were worth it, every step."
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