A Prayer
O Lord, the hard-won milesHave worn my stumbling feet:Oh, soothe me with thy smiles,And make my life complete.
The thorns were thick and keenWhere’er I trembling trod;The way was long betweenMy wounded feet and God.
Where healing waters flowDo thou my footsteps lead.My heart is aching so;Thy gracious balm I need.