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
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Biography of Mrs. Mary McCormack
Born in
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Copyright; 2005 by Charles
F. (Rick) Creech
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