When In Doubt
I walk into the Chapel
When I'm feeling low
Then I clasp my hands in Prayer
And this is how it goes:
I'm troubled Father
And I don't know what to do
"Could you lend a hand?
And I hope you clearly do.
Could you clear my mind?
And make it problem free?
And where I've been blinded
Make it so I see.
Then I sit in silence
And I think only of Him
I then ask His Spirit
To come upon me and descend.
Then I tell the Lord
I'm sorry I had Doubt
And I know the Lord replied,
"Glad I could help you out!"
Brenda Elizabeth Rose
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