Oh God
My heart longs for a touch
A touch of your gentle hand
As life is just sometimes way too much
Draw your hand lightly across my brow
Lift my feet from the daily miry clay
My hands, help them never leave the plow
Keep my heart courageous in the melee
My weary soul remains relentless
Your keeping hand preserves me from harm
Drinking deeply your word caresses
Abiding and enduring within your open arms
For you, are a staying God
A remaining and enduring Father
My constant accurate measuring rod
Everything from you I only need gather
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