Lord when my soul is weary
And my heart is tired and sore
And I have that failing feeling
That I cannot take anymore
Then let me know the refreshing
found in simple childlike prayer
When the kneeling soul knows surely
That a listening Lord is there.
The lonely ours have become for me
Very precious hours indeed
Because in reality
I found I was not alone
Jesus gently reminded me
That I was his own
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