the Supplicant God, grant me a hand of Gold, A silver voice, And a brazen heart. I need the heavenly poise, My only choice. For I am the supplicant. Father, I need a blessed tongue, To restore hope, And save those whose heads theyd readily hang. Father, I need a hand of gold, To bring warmth where there is cold, And restore vitality in them that are frail and old. Father, make me bold, To speak wonders untold, And bring many to thy fold. Father, give me a hand of gold, To make others whole, For I am the supplicant
Posted on: Sat, 16 Aug 2014 06:45:13 +0000