Sometimes I wonder where You've gone
And in my mind, my thoughts are stirred
Your presence lost is hard to take
I think, myself, when this occurred.
It was not You who turned away
But, this old man, who chose a road.
Would turning around lead me back,
Release me from this heavy load?
Maybe a little farther on
The road rejoins, as if by chance.
So maybe I'm just headed home
The road is part of heaven's dance.
Divine encounters wait ahead,
On this road I travel on.
Were not for grace of God above
Your presence would remain unknown.
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