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Sometimes I Stumble by Janet Martin Sometimes I am dancing, Fleet-footed and strong Sometimes I am flying On the wings of a song Sometimes like gold pennies My blessings rain down As I close my eyes And twirl round and round But the Lord has His way Of keeping me humble Lest I forget him Sometimes I stumble And instead of dancing I fall to the ground I strain to hear music But there is no sound My golden shower Is a cold, bleak rain As I close my eyes And I cry out in pain The Lord has His way I will not grumble At me side He will stay For sometimes I stumble |
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