May Your Word dwell richly in me,
May Your perfect will rule mine,
May the presence of Your Spirit,
Make my soul a holy shrine.
May I be a cheerful giver,
May I love wholeheartedly,
Never keeping count of any,
Wrongs that have been done to me.
Take my hand lest I should wander,
Promise You’ll stay by my side,
I can face the storms that gather,
With our fingers intertwined.
When my journey here is over,
When the hour for me has come,
When You call my name Beloved,
I’ll fly home when day is done.
Myra D’Souza / 8 March 2011
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