O King, It Was You

I’ve strapped on my boots
My laces are tied
It’s time to go
Where I cannot hide

I head back in time
To places once been
Each memory
Is like an old friend

Some gentle and light
Some haunting and deep
Each one reveals
The things I now keep

Recalling my roots
The sunshine and shade
His choice, not mine
I am who He made

The former, the now
The triumphs, the falls
The rest, the plow
My heart holds it all

To note where I’ve walked
Is helpful to me
I see my path
With such clarity

Each moment was shaped
Like clay in His hand
No one can thwart
His masterful plan

My joy and my pain
O King, it was You
For Your great name
You’ve grown me in truth

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