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| There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God, the holy habitation of the Most High. God is in the midst of her, she shall not be moved; God will help her right early. Psalm 46:4, 5 |
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| More of Thee, Less of Me. |
| Take me and break me and make me, dear God, Just what you want me to be. Give me the strength to accept what you send And eyes with the vision to see All the small arrogant ways that I have And the vain little things that I do, Make me aware that I'm often concerned More with myself than with You. Uncover before me my weakness and greed And help me to search deep inside So I may discover how easy it is To be selfishly lost in my pride. And then in Thy goodness and mercy Look down on this weak, erring one And tell me that I am forgiven For all I've so wilfully done. And teach me to humbly start following The path that the dear Saviour trod So I'll find at the end of life's journey A home in the city of God. By Helen Steiner Rice |
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