Lord, when I can't see my way through
‘Cause the sky is no longer clear and blue,
Lord, teach me not to murmur.
Lord, when there's no food on the table
And not a penny in my pocket,
Lord, teach me not to murmur.
Lord, when there seems to be no one
At moments when I'm all alone,
Lord, teach me not to murmur.
Lord, when my shoes are worn
And yes, my clothes may even be tattered and torn,
Lord, teach me not to murmur.
Lord, when the doors close before me
And perhaps the open windows are not in view,
Lord, teach me not to murmur.
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