With human feet I move my being each and every day -
Usually without giving it a single thought I this per
Son it is said once was a mass of clay. Oh Lord 'I never meant to forget 'you are the one
Who gave me sense, reason sight and breath. "Dear God' I beg you now have mercy please on this per
Son when these human steps I trod, to the weight of -
Human stress may I never bow. Master, I need your approval not to mention your
Inspiration your protection in all I say and do. Remind me Lord, it should no be only somber, tragic or
Hurtful moments when I turn to ...