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Left in a shack by a cold, frozen lake,
A baby alone for compassion’s sake.
Wrapped in a blanket, empty bottle nearby,
But somehow Jehovah had heard my first cry.

Adopted in name but not in heart,
I watched from the edges, kept apart.
A child surviving with questions why,
But faith was blooming where tears went dry.

I walk the trail the way  Jesus led,
Not perfect steps,  but my best instead.
To love like Christ, to serve and mend,
This is my story, my heart’s true end.

The father I sought was never there,
His place was silence, his love was air.
Yet someone whispered through the pain,
“I will be your Father, again and again.”

Through years of not fitting, and feeling small,
No family ties, no love to call.
But a light kept shining in my mind,
Jehovah was near, so kind
I would find.

I walk the trail the way  Jesus led,
Not perfect steps,  but my best instead.
To love like Christ, to serve and mend,
This is my story, my heart’s true end.

I searched for truth, for love so real,
For peace no hatred could ever steal.
Then one fine day, my heart could see,
Jehovah’s people—my family.

I found belonging, hand in hand,
Brothers and sisters in every land.
Their kindness taught my heart to mend,
And trust in love that has no end.

I walk the trail the way  Jesus led,
Not perfect steps,  but my best instead.
To love like Christ, to serve and mend,
This is my story, my heart’s true end.

I used to wish for fleshly kin,
But found much more, deep peace within.
Now joy has healed my broken past,
Jehovah’s love forever lasts.

The life I have is proof of grace,
His loving hands my safe embrace.
When sadness tugs, I lift my eyes,
To Paradise earth before me lies.

I walk the trail the way  Jesus led,
Not perfect steps,  but my best instead.
To love like Christ, to serve and mend,
This is my story, my heart’s true end.

Jehovah drew me close to stay,
His love has never turned away.
He’s the best Father I could know,
Teaching my heart the way to grow.

With gentle reminders, firm yet kind,
He shapes my soul, renews my mind.
I'm not looking back, the future is bright.
Praising my Father makes everything alright.

I walk the trail the way  Jesus led,
Not perfect steps,  but my best instead.
To love like Christ, to serve and mend,
This is my story, my heart’s true end.
I walk the trail the way  Jesus led,
Not perfect steps,  but my best instead.
To love like Christ, to serve and mend,
This is my story, my heart’s true end.

Final Tag / Ending Line:
(Softly) “ Even if my own father and mother abandoned me, Jehovah himself will take me in Psalm 27:10".

acoustic country gospel steel guitar for lake-country feels.
Harmonica 
Male singers