BEING perplexed, I say,

Night is as day to Thee,

Darkness is light.

I am afraid to touch

Things that involve so much.

My trembling hand may shake,

Mine unskilled hand may break;

Thine can make no mistake.

Being in doubt, I say,

Lord, make it plain!

Which is the true, safe way,

Which would be vain?

I am not wise to know,

Nor sure of foot to go;

My poor eyes cannot see

What is so clear to Thee—

Lord, make it clear to me.

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