We run back to sources, Lord,
As rain runs to the sea.
I have life and breath in You
For You created me.

Saints before us made the way
We've come to follow in:
Pathways marked by others' lives
Laid down where we begin.
    Jesus Christ, Redeemer, Friend,
    You grant new life to me
    Arising from Your painful death:
                           I live eternally.
- Nancy Spiegelberg					   

Thus saith the LORD, Stand ye in the ways, and see, and ask for the old paths, where is the good way, and walk therein, and ye shall find rest for your souls.    (Jeremiah 6:16 KJV)

1999 Nancy Spiegelberg

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