From morn till setting sun,
We’re searching for release;
From dusk till misty dawn,
Rays of hope for relief.
Help me Lord all the way,
To bear my heavy cross;
Help me Lord to see the day,
When jubilantly I pass across.
I boldly plead for your touch,
To help me garner courage;
Up down is how life goes much,
In mere sequential dosage.
NORTH and SOUTH, the hopes rise,
EAST and WEST, the compass missed;
Days and nights, full of advice,
Only in you, Lord, we’re blessed.
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