His Presence

Your favour and mercy very tender Why you give them to me i still wonder Then i realise its the grace am under It does all things for me even clears your anger Which helps me cry Abba-father Your voice i hear in silence Sometimes i doubt with pretence Knowing fully well its you Waiting for what to do My very thought you read Providing the things i need All i ever ask is for you to take the lead And be my guardian Or give me a custodian So as not to be a weed Which is uprooted and made a feed But make me a mammoth That people can stay around and build a small hut