Where My Help Comes From
There will not come a day that I will not proclaim
that my help comes from the Lord— and not myself—
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The man you See standing Today Wasn’t always Able to do so.
The weight Was heavy, And the agony Was long…
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“Step forth, young soul, upon the Road, Onward to your true abode.”
So sings the wind into my heart And on its breath I make my start…
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For many leagues she’s wandered on Along the narrow Road; Her weary limbs and aching heart Now sink beneath her load…
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Think of those who died long ago, Who lie in graves forgotten, Whose lives were swallowed up in woe, Whose corpses now are rotten!…
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Often, I don’t show it Still, I know it’s true The center of the universe Is not me, but You…
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