Lord,
            Each day of my life,
            like a carousel turns.
            There are chances to take,
            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.

            ~Peggy Whiting~ ©




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