Lord thy compassion I do know When in youthful years you came to me A soul unknowing destined to grow A portion of divinity.
Now I find in later years A host of desires clinging to me Although there is no longer fear, Aware in this life that I must be
Thy child, thy servant, even thy slave To walk upon the sunlit path. My destiny thou wilt pave And protect me from the demon's wrath
And guide me to my rightful home. I hear you sweetly saying, “Come”.
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