His Presence
Your favour and mercy very tender
Why you give them to me i still wonder
Then i realise its the grace am under
It does all things for me even clears your anger
Which helps me cry Abba-father
Your voice i hear in silence
Sometimes i doubt with pretence
Knowing fully well its you
Waiting for what to do
My very thought you read
Providing the things i need
All i ever ask is for you to take the lead
And be my guardian
Or give me a custodian
So as not to be a weed
Which is uprooted and made a feed
But make me a mammoth
That people can stay around and build a small hut
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