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.