Only He
ONLY HE
in the miry clay
when we fall,
only God our saviour strong,
is the call,
in helping you
the prodigal child,
in lifting you above
all toils and strife
that can be rife,
in every day,
and every way,
and only he
leads you strong,
when you feel wrong,
so in the miry clay,
when we fall
only God is the call,
in lifting us beyond
all toils and strife.
Francis Cooper – Mac © 08-Jun-20
Copyright © Francis Cooper-Mckenzie | Year Posted 2020
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