I've been testing the promise of "Father," My God, who is, Mother and all, A husband to widow, a brother Who will not permit me to fall. He is leading me through the "still waters," Though billows are mountain-top high, With my hand in His, footstep ne'er falters, For I know that the pathway is dry.
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