My Carousel Lord, Each day of my life, Like a carousel turns, There are chances to take, And lessons to learn. Caught up in problems, That each day would bring, Chances slip by, To catch the brass ring. Whenever I felt, My ride slowing down, Your gentle hand, Would push me around. Picking me up, Each time that I fell, You rode beside me on my Carousel. Written by: Peggy Whiting     
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