Precious Lord take my small palm within Thine own. 

My soul is distressed within me. 

Those whose love and respect I’ve sought,

Have eagerly seized my meager joys

Without a second thought. 

My bosom friend has forsaken me. 

Be Thou a comfort oh Lord. 

A safer haven I have not yet found. 

Shield me from the torment of my soul. 

May I be lost in the love that has never yet failed me. 

I cast my fears for the future upon You,

In favor for a lighter yoke. 

My soul, waits upon You. 

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