Lead Me Lord

Guide me dear Lord
For you are my shepherd
A lost lamb I am
In these strange and far away pastures
I have swayed from thy path
Into a valley of darkness
In search of greener pastures by my own wisdom
Turmoils of storms and rain
Have trodden my rocky and thorny path
Weak and weary as I am
Mountain lions have prawled my shadows
Preyed on me at my weakest
To finish me off
That dark agony set to prevail
By my foolish wisdom
Yet inspite of my frailties
You have called upon me
To reason with You.
Though my sins be as red as scarlet
You shall make them as white as snow
Bestow on my tongue
The language of love
For everything that cometh forth from me
To be pure and sincere
In the light shone from you
In thy honor of you name
I will follow Thee

The Lost Lamb
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