Help Me Lord Jesus
Jesus walked with me and eased my load
Help Me Lord Jesus
Lord, the road is rough and steep,
the weight I carry makes me weak.
My heart is heavy, so is my back,
each step forward feels like I’ll crack.
The wind is cold, the path is long,
I try to stand, but I’m not strong.
Help me, Lord, to climb this mountain,
to trust Your love, my endless fountain.
When I stumble, lift me high,
wipe the teardrops from my eyes.
I can’t do this on my own,
but with You, I know that I’m not alone.
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Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Love this
Nice work
Just perfect and he is with you. Good job.