My Plea

Lord, when I’m feeling all alone,
And I’ve no one there for me,
I just take hold of Your hand that won’t let me go.
And when I feel cast upon the stones,
And darkness is all I see,
Lord, plant a seed of hope down in my soul.

Lord, when my spirit’s running dry,
And I’ve no place left to hide,
And when my prayers are only words of empty air—
Lord, wipe away the tears I cry
When I fail, when I am tried—
Lord, let Your peace come shatter my despair.

Lord, this my plea to You is raised;
Shelter me within Your arms,
Lord, satisfy me with Your perfect grace.
Forever, Lord, Your name I’ll praise,
With You there are ten-thousand charms—
Lord, lead me Home so I may see Your face.

© Heather Vires 2005, all rights reserved.