My hands are small, this I know, God,
My heart is filled with enough love
To help those who have lost their way
A sign from you, the feather of a dove,
Would show me that your strength
Your guidance and your grace is behind me
Whatever difficulties fall to block my path
So I ask, Dear God, that you work with me
To clear away the boulders, as well as the chaff,
That with my pockets that aren’t so deep
And my mind, as I tend to weep
My stress and distress as I lose my sleep
That you would be the force to carry me through
As I know I do not heal, it is all You.
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