Thy word is a lamb onto my feet. My feet are weak, full of scars and blisters. My toes and bruised. My ankle bent. But I know if I follow Your light, I can walk in Your righteous way. Let Your light burn bright, let Your fire warm my cold feet. So let me walk, walk to the end, until I can walk no more, then I know, You’re right behind me, to carry me into Your arms. Thanks be to God.