=Your Rod=

But for Your rod
I'd have gone astray

Father, bring us to the pig pen
so we'd know how terrible it is
living outside Your love

...years flew
You must have been in deep grief
one who've started well
then went on wandering on the dessert
chosing their own ways
just to live by their sight

thanks for Your rod and staff which have protect me
never ever let me go.