My Prayer
In my eyes there was trouble.
In my heart was the grief,
that the flesh can bring.
In my prayers were the words,
Lord Father help me;
For I know not what to do.
Man has reached his limits,
he can do no more.
And serious troubles,
still lye at my doorstep.
So swift my Lord,
was your right hand to help me.
So complete were your eyes
to see all my troubles.
So amazing was your resolve
to set my life to right.
Thank you;
My Lord
In my heart was the grief,
that the flesh can bring.
In my prayers were the words,
Lord Father help me;
For I know not what to do.
Man has reached his limits,
he can do no more.
And serious troubles,
still lye at my doorstep.
So swift my Lord,
was your right hand to help me.
So complete were your eyes
to see all my troubles.
So amazing was your resolve
to set my life to right.
Thank you;
My Lord
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