A careful man I ought to be,
A little fellow follows me.
I do not dare to go astray
For fear he’ll go the selfsame way.
I cannot once escape his eyes,
What e’re he sees me do he tries.
Like me he says he’s going to be—
The little chap that follows me.
He thinks that I am good and fine,
Believes in every word of mine.
The base in me? I repent and flee—
To lead that chap who follows me.
And when I sin, “Christ!” I cry.
“The cross You bore, for me You died.
Cleanse my soul. To You I cling.
And to Your cross, my son, I bring.”
I must remember as I go,
Thru summer’s sun and winter’s snow
I’m building for the years to be—
That little chap who follows me.
Author Unknown (verse 3 edited by & verse 4 written by Rick Duncan)
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