Blessed
(a lento)
Dear Lord, I come to You
today.
Here, now, I wait down on
my knees.
Fear disappears fast as I
pray,
Clear minded as confusion
flees.
Your ways are far above my
own.
For wisdom is my bold
request,
More feeling that I’m not
alone.
Pour out Your love so I am
blessed.
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