I’m all alone and I’m afraid,
I cannot see my way.
Each time I think I’ve found it, Lord,
I find I’ve gone astray.
I’m terrified that I’ll get lost
And that I won’t be found.
Oh Lord, please help me learn to fly
Before I hit the ground.
Because in each day, no matter how dark or how long, there is a praise to be found. Sometimes our hearts are too weary or too frightened to voice them, but our souls cry out to God... and He is there.
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