O, Please help me, Lord
To seek out what is true;
To walk the straight and narrow path
That leads me straight to You.
I often take a detour
Down some winding, dusty road
Where trouble seems to find me,
Thereby adding to my load.
Along the path I tremble
And cry out to You in fear.
Instantly You rescue me
And dry up every tear.
I am forever grateful
That You don't turn me away.
I vow that I will follow You
Until my dying day.
And even as I say it,
A knock upon my door
Beckons sweet temptation
And my greediness for more.
I can only fight it
With the faith I've found in You.
Your strength is ever with me
And Your word is always true.
And so, I'll keep on walking
Through the sunshine and the rain,
Trusting that Your sweet love
Will lead me home again.
~ Linda Gleason ~
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