For all who need Thy guiding hand,
trying to understand,
immersed in grief,
tempted by the liar, the thief.
to grasp already splitting straw,
so hard to ignore.
their hands to You they raise,
surrendering lost lives with praise.
the sacrifice You made,
knowing they can come unafraid.
With strength, Lord,
You imbue the weak
as humbly they your presence seek.
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