1.My will is weak, my strength is frail,
And all my hope is nearly gone;
I can but trust Thy working true
To gently hold and lead me on.
2.Ive tried my best, but still have failed,
E'en as before Ive failed and erred;
Thy patience is my only trust
To hold and keep me to Thy word.
3.Whene'er my heart is lifted up,
How very near I am to fall;
I dare not do, I dare not think,
I need Thyself in great or small.
4.Thou art my Savior, strength and stay,
O Lord, I come to seek Thy face;
Though I'm the weakest of the weak,
My strength is nothing but Thy grace.
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This is about me and my thoughts and what you can do to help. Sometimes.
Beware when day meets dark. Beware crossroads, where they skulk. They can lurk in fire's crackle and easily travel on sparks. Beware gloomy places among rocks, under things, down holes and caves and shafts of every kind, for the fey can slip along borders