With A Gentle Hand Mystic
With a gentle hand He guides me
To come to a place of rest
There His presence fills me with peace
Prepares me to stand a test
As the early bird sings a song
And the cool of night chills
He guides my thoughts to things above
Yet slowly day loses its still
The brilliant sun rises higher
Sunbeams sift through dark trees
Road noise increasingly grows louder
While trying to quietly be
He tries to lead me, like a small child
Sometimes I don't comply
How much better my day would flow
If I would, I can't deny
Please, heavenly Father lead me
Help me to hold your hand
Gentle is your touch when obeyed
And life with You isn't bland
Finis'
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