Lead my practising As does a father lead a little child Along a way he does not understand Yet does he follow, sure that he is safe, Because his father leads the way for him I bring my practising, To you and if I stumble, You will raise me up If I forget the way, I count up on Your sure remembering I wander off, but You will not forget to call me back Steady my feet, my Father Let my doubts be quiet And my holy minds be still, and speak to me Steady my feet, my Father I have no words to give You I but listen to Your Word, And make it mine Steady my feet, steady my feet Quicken my footsteps now That I may walk more certainly and quickly unto You today I accept the Word You offer to unify my practicing As I review the thoughts You've given me Steady my feet, my Father Let my doubts be quiet And my holy minds be still, and speak to me Steady my feet, my Father I have no words to give You I but listen to Your Word, And make it mine Steady my feet, steady my feet Inspired by A Course in Miracles review V introduction