"In this world I walk alone with no place to call my home
But there's one who holds my hand
The rugged road through barren lands
The way is dark, the road is steep
But He's become my eyes to see
The strength to climb, my griefs to bear
The Savior lives inside me there
In your love I find release
A haven from my unbelief
Take my life and let me be
A living prayer my God to thee . . ."
~Alison Krauss and the Union Station
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