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A lamp unto her feet,
Lighting the steps as she goes.
Looking back behind her,
What did she behold?
Not one set but two,
Walking side by side,
Perfectly in unison,
Perfectly in time.
One set larger than the other,
The smaller not so sure,
Stumbling along the way,
Could she take any more?
Then sure enough they start again,
Could He have refreshed her?
Could He have let her rest,
Under ever present pressure?
Did He speak kind words to her,
To let her know He's there?
Did He tell her that He loved her?
Did He gently stroke her hair?
Step by step the pair move on,
Sometimes not so straight,
But always with the larger prints,
Lighting the safest ways...
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