To my FATHER, my GOD
The GIVER and KEEPER of my life
For this fine Sunday morning
That you have allowed me to see,
I thank YOU for, and all of YOUR mercy
And for your tender care of me.
I thank you for the blood
That, for me, Jesus shed
I thank you for your loving hand
By which I have been and continue to be led.
What, as a tender vessel of clay,
I am trying so very hard to say
Is that, like the grass, without you I am nothing
And without your presence, I can do naught
But be dismayed and wither away
That is the truth at the end of the day
So, I ask YOU to keep my soul
Until presented back to YOU at eternity.©
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Be safe, Y'all.
Walking by faith,
Alma L. Stepping On Carr-Jones
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