Help me traverse the endless miles,
Draw far horizons near,
That distance me from You, dear Lord,
That turn my hope to fear.
Help me to glimpse Your rays of light
Behind dark cloud’s despair;
Help me to catch Your cadence bright
In life’s sad songs of care.
Help me to clasp Your outstretched Hand,
Obey Your loving voice.
To rise – reborn in limbs and life,
And with You, Lord, rejoice! Amen.
By Mrs. Mary McCormack
Biography of Mrs. Mary McCormack
Copyright; 2005 by Charles
F. (Rick) Creech
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