Father
please, beside me stand.
Walk
with me through thirsty land.
I
need Your grace-bless every hour
to
learn to spurn my own flesh power,
for
only loss can let me gain
Your
strength, which comes from knowing pain.
So
grant me, Lord, the time to pray,
and
in Your presence daily stay
will
I as humble, servant-child,
learning
to be meek and mild
and
love and laugh and let hurt go,
and
let Your Spirit through me flow.
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