Let not the coldness touch my heart,
Keep me from wrath and rage.
For that which vexes me on earth
Will not in your new age.
Let me not yield to wickedness,
Nor see it 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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