Into the rock man carved a road.
It winds around and round above the sea.
Wheels go confidently up the mountain
Ignoring caution signs and falling rock,
Gambling with death and usually winning.
Up there, I saw a newborn lamb and mother
By the road,
Sheltered in a cleft of rock.
God cares for them, I thought,
And felt secure knowing He cares for me.
Why are you so fearful, O you of little faith?
God owns the cattle on a thousand hills.
Today, I think I saw them all.
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