Lord have mercy on my soul
Nigh unto me even unto my own mouth
Lord I stretch my hand to thee no other help I know
If thou withdraw thyself from me whether shall I go
I have called on thee in good times and in sorrow
I have one more river to cross
Lord take me by the hand and lead me on
I’m tired, I’m weak, I’m worn
I see you standing with your arms outstretched
I’ll rest in your bosom
Wash my weary feet in the river Jordan
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I truly thank God for this gift. These words came to me about 4:00 a.m. a few days after my father passed. They were words of comfort in which I was able to share with my family.
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