Oh Father, Your hand is
always outstretched.
Waiting, patiently waiting.
I eagerly turn
my soul to You.
Seeking, joyfully seeking
We start the day
together firm,
But midst the cares
I stubbornly turn.
I carry the weight
in my hands, all.
Until I am crushed
and then I fall.
I slowly turn
my soul to You.
Seeking, humbly seeking.
And Father, Your hand
is still outstretched
Waiting, patiently waiting.
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