A long time hence I learned that it was so,
there is no need to ask, God's in the know.
An old, old man instructed me to pray
in earnest supplication for all they
with needs, to bless them and for healing,
bring their needs to the Lord, my own concealing.
Still, situations rise, I cannot cope,
these times I call His name; in Him there's hope.
Lord, on my own, it's true that I am weak
and, having learned, Your presence now I seek.
Oh give me strength, my God, I here beseech,
please take my hand, be with me as I reach.
All things are possible with You, it's so.
The bumpy roads I walk permit me grow.
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