look at that.
the narrow road.
the small tight corners.
the road to the old rugged tree.
the path i can hardly see a few paces ahead.
i wish i had the faith.
i wish i had the confidence.
i wish i knew how.
i wish i had a sign.
i shall follow that narrow road.
i shall keep my eye on the old rugged tree.
the author and finisher of my faith shall not fail me.
i press on.
even when it hurts, i trust the maker's heart.
i must.
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