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A Prayer

O LORD, the hard-won miles
          Have worn my stumbling feet:
Oh, soothe me with thy smiles,
          And make my life complete.

The thorns were thick and keen
          Where'er I trembling trod;
The way was long between
          My wounded feet and God.

Where healing waters flow
          Do thou my footsteps lead.
My heart is aching so;
          Thy gracious balm I need

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  • friendofsinners
    March 17, 2006
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    really nice poem. it almost reminds me of the book of Psalms.