When I was a little child I held my mother's hand with mine To cross the roads that are risky and wild In the trust that I will be safe and fine Like the meek, innocent child, O Lord Guide me to always follow your lead So that I don't become rigid and proud In my might, wisdom and deed Only through the grace of my savior I am able to life a piece of grain But if my faith in you is sincere I can even move mountains with no strain.
By: Marlin Madura Taken from the Magazine Veechu, published by Jampettah Methodist Church, Colombo, SriLanka.
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