by Lucy M. Young
Help me let go, dear Lord, and let You lead me.
My feeble strivings
Are like a puff of smoke before the wind
Without Your guidance.
Show me Your will and what You'd have me do,
For Lord, I cannot see beyond the limits
Of my narrow selfish mind.
I close my eyes and wait
To feel Your presence near me, guiding me;
And with Your hand upon my shoulder,
I'll walk with courage, strength and confidence
Into the unknown future,
Knowing You are with me to the end.
Woodsmoke and Cardamom 