Let not the coldness touch my heart,
Keep me from wrath and rage.
For that which troubles me in youth
Will grow clear as I age.
Let me not yield to wickedness,
Though it looms everywhere.
Let me not fail to lend a hand
Where there is need or care.
Let me speak always of your love
To those who need to hear.
Let me, when I am most alone,
Not doubt that you are near.
Oh Lord, I walk through troubled times
And, though I feel their chill,
Don’t let my heart turn cold with them
For I would serve You still.
Micah 6:8
He has shown you, O mortal, what is good. And what does the LORD require of you? To act justly and to love mercy and to walk humbly with your God.
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