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.

Panicked
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