With Head Held High
Donna DeLong Matthews
My precious Savior
I lean heavy upon you
for my mind and body are tired
and I don't know what to do
The uncertainty of tomorrow
is a heavy burden I bear
I know you are with me
and the load you do share
My
shoulders are tired
and growing weak
This journey I fear
my spirit to break
My Precious Savior
I am so accepting of your will
and I ask that you help
my restless soul to still
This storm I face
with head held high
and rain drops are mixed
with tears I cry
My faith in you
shall never falter
I only pray from this storm
provided shelter
I know I should not ask
but why do I get so close
Yet am held back so far
What is that you bid me do
Original by
Donna DeLong Matthews
February 2006
PLEASE VISIT DONNA :
Reflections of My Heart
http://home.earthlink.net/~donnadelongmatthews/
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