Somehow these words reflect my heart more tonight than anything I could pen on my own....
"Precious Lord, take my hand. Lead me on. Help me stand. I am tired. I am weak. I am worn. Through the storm, through the night, lead me on to the Light. Take my hand, Precious Lord, lead me home." (T. A. Dorsey)
Isaiah 41: 13
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