Job 8: 13 So are the paths of all that forget God; and the hypocrite's hope shall perish:
For all we are and all we do
we give our thanks each day.
We live, grow, change and mend
I give my thanks and pray.
I thank my mother and father
for all the things they gave.
Within their hand they held my life
but only One could save.
I led the life He wanted for me
although the road was rough.
I never look back with any regret.
the unpaved journey was tough.
The path was laid before we were born
the forks were all in place.
Which we chose was a cosmic bend
that altered time and space.
I found a cross in my walk
as I wandered through each year.
Whimsical times and frenzied mind
He made it all come clear.
The crystal shell lay in shards
glass was torn to pieces.
He put them all together again
My love for Him never ceases!
I thank the Lord for carrying me
through life’s seasoned highway.
I’m mended now because of Him,
No longer are things done my way.
It’s His way or No WAY!