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Path of Sorrow


Along this path of sorrow
Along this winding road
I find myself traveling
Where sorrow is unknown

And chaos calls to chaos
Below the waterfalls
All Your waves crash o’er me
I’m crushed beneath it all

But I know, I know
You remain the same
Even in, even in
My wandering

Sometimes I often wonder
If You have let me down
Why does it seem I walk alone
Where trouble finds me out

But sorrow as my company
I fix my eyes on You
Soon again I’ll praise Your name
And feel my soul renewed

As I know, I know
You remain the same
Even in, even in
My wandering

Oh I know, I know
You remain the same
Even in, even in
My wandering

A traveler never reaches
That sacred place alone
A light to always guide you
Along the narrow road

So steadily I keep my stride
Through every briar and thorn
Although my flesh will falter
My hope is in the Lord

Because I know, I know
You remain the same
Even in, even in
My wandering

Oh I know, I know
You remain the same
Even in, even in
My wandering

Oh I know, I know
You remain the same
Even in, even in
My wandering

Because I know, I know
You remain the same
Even in, even in
My wandering



I heard this song by the band "All Sons and Daughters" on Tuesday. I find it an honest account of how the Christian heart finds itself sometimes wading through the murky waters of despondence. Even better, it speaks of the presence of a steady undercurrent that carries the heart through, into the abundant river of life.

So to the Christian whose heart is down, whose spirits are low and feeling dejected. To you who is fighting hard against the quicksand of doubt and despair- God remains the same, yes, even in your wandering.

He is that current that is carrying you and I through.

Watch the music video here. They are fast becoming my favourite band! :)

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