Help Me O Lord

Help me O Lord, this I pray
Be my rudder, lest I sway
The world calls me out to play
Leave the cross and come this way
O how I have become fray
Left royalty to play with clay
What can I do? What’s to say?
Save I want You day by day
Holding your hand all the way
Holding me up like a tray
So I do not fall by the way
Alas I cry, how I bray
I recall when I used to lay
On Your chest and hear You say
‘I am Your Life, Truth, and Way
Abide in Me, lest you sway
For My shoulders are but dray
For you to cast on and lay
Your burdens if you may’
I yearn for You, night, noon, and day
To hear the sweet words You say
But I’m soaked in miry clay
Dirty, hence kept You at bay
‘I’m dirty, filthy’, I say
You smile and say, ‘come that way’
Now my soul sings out and say
Help me O Lord, this I pray
Be my rudder, lest I sway.

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