I am a stranger traveling through a strange land
But where’ ere I go I know that my Master has me in his hand.
I am weak but my weakness does not cause me fear
For all the strength I need is found by knowing he holds me near.
I am a stranger traveling where I have not yet ventured
But with his hand in mine I know I have no worry wherever I have entered.
I am a stranger but not unto him
So sing praises and glory in psalms and hymn.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D