Lord,
Each day of my life,
Like a carousel turns,
There are chances to take,
and lessons to learn.
Caught up in problems,
That each day would bring,
Chances slip by,
To catch the brass ring.
Whenever I felt my
ride slowing down,
Your gentle hand would
Push me around.
Picking me up,
each time that I fell ~
You rode beside me
on my carousel.
-authour
unknown
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You
are friend number