Father, with my hand in Yours,
I know I cannot fail,
With You my Lord beside me,
No evil can prevail.
The storms rage all around me,
They rock my little boat,
I cling on to Your promise,
That You’ll keep me afloat.
Sometimes the load gets heavy,
And more than I can bear,
Thank You for sending angels,
To let me know You care.
In the crucible of suffering,
Each painful victory won,
Helps to melt and mould me,
In the image of Your Son
MYRA D’SOUZA
18/8/99
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