Every Hour I Seek The Lord
As you bless me, with your grace..
I will share, to run this race.
Where I go, I may not know..
But favour comes, in heaps to sow.
Far from those, who sit and dine..
With friend and foe and those unkind.
I am distant, from the crop..
Who's single aim, is to watch me drop.
Perhaps perfection, is not for you..
And unlike me, you don't like dew.
Yet when I speak, all demons flee.
For Jesus Ch
rist, is my mouth's key.
Though I walk, in a desert place..
I drink from wells, all blessed with grace.
For me to grow, in the things of God..
Every hour, I seek the Lord.
We may not, be friends in life..
For who you are, is full of strife.
Coming out, from those with chains..
Is my delight, for heaven's gain.
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