I will guide them to streams of water.
By a smooth path where they will not stumble.
Some times our ambitious hopes will stutter.
But our flying hopes must be humble.

Our religious life is on a highway.
It is of his not of our making.
When we start we do not know it’s end day.
Or what direction it is taking.

But like Israel we will be gathered.
The bind and the lame , a great company.
We may be bruised and we may be battered.
And we do not know who we will accompany.

But if we are strong like aluminium.
We will surely reach our Jerusalem.

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We follow our stream
It wends its own winding way
But for us it’s right

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See Jeremiah 31:7-9