Her young child named Mandy,
Cried there alone,
Even as it was Christmas Time,
And no place to call home,
Her mother's talent came along,
So with the singing still with her,
Five year old Mandy started to sing,
To sing a song that was her own:
" Lord help me move along,
On this well beatten path so worn,
And fight every trial that may come,
Don't let no evil come upon me,
And please be in my heart,
As I keep moving along,
Longing for a place to call my home,
Just like David I am hiding in the wilderness,
Help me O lord to not give in,
And to trust you over all,
As I slowly, ever slowly, move along."
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