Treasure Island

Liilia Talts Morrison

(August 20,1937 / Estonia)

Oh Stranger


Oh stranger do not fear the road
there is a path, a way
a sure direction to the Lord
most any time of day

Just look within your weary heart
and stop to rest a while
and you will find him deep within
he's with you every mile

There is no need to climb and search
far mountains and green hills
look in your yard, so close to home
he smiles from daffodils

You may have lost your faith and hope
but never fear or dread
when you bend down to help a friend
your spirit will be fed

Oh stranger do not fear the road
there is a path, a way
a sure direction to the Lord
most any time of day.

Submitted: Sunday, July 13, 2014

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