So many roads lead upward to the fount of Love; So many reasons set one's feet upon the path. How was it once with you? Was there a day when through the window of your heart You glimpsed a view of God so stunning fair You scarce could trust its truth; And so, to see it better, opened wide die door And wonderingly walked through? Or did the terror of some tempest Send you stumbling down the only path of hope, Where, mute with fear, you found the Father waiting there? For each his reason, cloistered in the silent past.
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