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O lord this day, my flesh is weak
The pain I cannot bear
The wondering souls begin to seek
A home of hope and care
The nights are young, my spirit blind
The morn is doomed in grief
My heart has lost the quest to find
A single sacred sheaf
And then tonight I saw the light
That shone upon my lane
Its warmth was kind, the rays were bright
And then I felt your name.
My lord has built a mighty home
For those that wish to share
So when you think you are all alone
Call out and he will be there