Was it so long ago
that our path was directed?
When Hope came to greet us;
our hearts thus protected
Search me, O Lord
make me want of Your Way
blot out my weakness;
compel not my stray
Were I stronger of conscience
and weaker of spite,
I'd be filled with more longing
to search out Your Light
But alas, Lord, I'm blinded;
I fall on my face--
unworthy Your Blessings;
unworthy Your Grace.
Written by Thomas Braun
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