The Way
Soft and gentle,
the Way of the Lord
His feet do not touch the rough
The turf reaches where He goes
cushions His soles
For The Father makes His way
Soft and gentle where He goes
The roads are straightened, levelled
where He goes
So that He may not stumble
or stub His toes
The Way made plain
simple and unique
From the depths
all the way to the peak
For Friends are many
where He goes
a simple place
we all may know
Whence He came
and to return, again
as He pleases
Free like sun and rain
the Way of the Lord
His feet do not touch the rough
The turf reaches where He goes
cushions His soles
For The Father makes His way
Soft and gentle where He goes
The roads are straightened, levelled
where He goes
So that He may not stumble
or stub His toes
The Way made plain
simple and unique
From the depths
all the way to the peak
For Friends are many
where He goes
a simple place
we all may know
Whence He came
and to return, again
as He pleases
Free like sun and rain
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