Prayer
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I walk on the straight and narrow path of life.
With sorrow too heavy to be borne,
With each trodden step I take.
I feel the pain which was inflicted upon me.
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But then I pray unto the Lord.
Upon my knees
For help that I need,
With humble sincerity I listen for an answer.
Then I feel a sweet peace come over me.
I know my prayers have been answered.
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I then get on my feet
No longer sorrow that I feel
I know with the Lord's help.
I can be happy, despite what happens to me.