Teach Me Again Oh Lord

Teach me oh Lord
Thy face always to seek
Lead me to that
Which for Thy Glory matters
Away from what will come along in tantrums
Touch me my God with that Thy gentle hand
Teaching mine with gentleness to water
Like a sprinkler never like hosepipe gushing
A soothing mist that comes with glorious sunshine
Souls bruised to raise to you in prayerful supplication
Teach me oh Lord
In humility to remain.

by Haidee Majola

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