O Lord, the hard-won miles have
worn my stumbling feet
O soothe me with Thy smiles,
and make my life complete.
O Lord, the thorns were thick and keen
Where’re I trembling trod
The way was long between
my wounded feet and God.
O Lord, where healing waters flow
do Thou my footsteps lead
My heart is aching, aching so
Thy gracious balm I need - O Lord
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar (1872-1906)
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