Wind so gentle brushing over my face;
Oh the splendors of your amazing grace.
Heaven's glory gazing by,
Of what wonders would make satisfy;
Guide thy hands and feet to do good deeds,
Give abundance to thy needs;
Forgive thy foolishness made so high;
Protect I from misfortunes, silently I cry;
Destiny drawn upon thy birth,
But how well will I make thy life worth?
Being of human nature, so much imperfection;
What more could I ask for, but your pure affection.
A simple act of kindness, that will simply do;
With pure heart's refine, I give thy self to you.
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