Dear Lord, no matter when or where I look,
No matter how I search to find a way,
I'll never find the words that truly say
How deeply I regret the path he took;
His life he'd live for him and me forsook,
And now I'm left alone. Dear God, I pray
That mercy, grace, Your love and pity may
Preserve my soul. Oh, how it shook!
Please Lord, don't leave me destitute,
But nourish deep within my wounded heart,
A sacred, pure, and truly healing balm.
Let all the lure of earth become so mute
That I from You will never want to part.
But find, instead, a gentle, holy calm.
Maurice A. Williams
Copyright 2004