It's you, O, Lord
Who writes the words
Which fill the pages
Of the book
That makes my story
Line by line
Each paragraph
And page and chapter
Relates the hours
Which fill the days
Of my wayfaring
It's you, O, Lord
Who regulates
With intimate and loving care
Beginning, middle part
And end
You are the storyteller
You alone relate
My pilgrimage
You alone create
The blessed tale
Of how I wander
And navigate my destiny
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