I go walking with my Master From time to time each day; Knowing He will lead me And guide me all the way. With His holy hands upon me I have nothing now to fear For I know my Holy Father Is always close and dear. We go walking down the hillside To that valley way below; You can hear the birds asinging You can see the waters flow. Many flowers are ablooming All around us, all the way; Being here is such a blessing With my Master all the day. Written by: Sister Mary Story © March 24, 2009
