There's someone I owe great debt to,
one who's always there in times of need.
One who sticks with me through tears of sorrow,
and when old wounds open and bleed.
When I stumble and falter and fumble,
he sets me back on track,
everloving and everlasting,
his guiding hand upon my back.
Abba Father your light and love,
so descends the Spirit like a dove.
As I sleep and work and play,
sane you keep me, a prayer a day.
Amen!
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