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The
Old Road, Black Hill, Lacken
Lord as we tread the rocky road of Life, we grow weary, we fall
ill and grow old.
Wind, rain, frost and snow have exposed the very
sinews of the road. Pain and suffering have done their worst... so much
of the top soil is washed away. A deep gorge has been cut into a once
strong and proud personality. But the heather and the wild flowers, the
gentle green grass speak of another presence willing to soothe, caress,
enfold.
Through
this holy anointing, may the Lord save you and raise you up.
There
is a presence on the road, willing to support and heal, above all to reassure
and fulfil the promise: 'you never walk alone.' One day we will all reach
the final bend on the road, already we may be nearer the top than we think.
What
need I fear when thou art near 0 King of night and day.
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