As I see how my life is spent
My prayers rise up, they’re heaven-bent
I speak to God from day to day
And beg Him please to light my way.
Perhaps to lead me by the hand
One day into the Promised Land
These lofty thoughts give rise to fear
What happens if He does not hear ?
I’ll do my best to carry on
He is my hope when all is gone
No matter what, I love Him still
He is my heart, my soul, my will !
Claire V. Bogdanos 