~A CHILD OF THE KINGS~

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At times my heart grows weary,
From the cares and woes in life;
So when I’m down, and on the ground,
I reach for Jesus Christ.
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My troubles He will lessen,
My tears He’ll wipe away;
And when I fall, He’ll hear me call,
His precious, Holy name.
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He‘ll give me inner strength,
At times when I feel weak;
And help me to, walk bravely through,
The roads He chose for me.
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Although sometimes I stumble,
And wander off His path;
God knows my heart, each tiny part,
Of which He understands.
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He’ll reach His hands out to me,
And help me to my feet;
He’ll do all this, because I’m His,
A Child of the King’s.

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