Lord, Let It Be Me
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O'er this life of traveling
This old world through,
Lord, help me be one who is watching
For Heaven, coming with Thee.

Let me help be your eye,
To see all the divine mercies to give,
And let me be your heart,
That I may readily and truly forgive.

May I be your loving hand, to help
The sick across the street of life?
And maybe, I could have your eyes,
To see the goodness instead of strife.

Lord, let me be your mouth,
To speak truth and tell of Heaven, there,
And the goodness of Thy glory,
That I could tell all how to bow in prayer.

One day, if I could be your ears to hear
The prayers of the weary and sad,
That they may be uplifted,
Looking at Heaven, and be so very glad ...

Maybe, if I could borrow just a mite
Of Thy Holiness, to spread all around,
And a touch of your goodness
That it could always, in this world, be found ...

If I could borrow your own halo,
So I could make all the world shine, as one,
With Thy brightness of thy Loving nature
Of God's own dear Son ...

Then, it would be the divine happiness
Of all the wisdom I could ever know,
Which I know is just a silly dream -
As I am still here on earth, below.

But if it could be, I'd so like to have
Your love inside this heart of mine,
So I might strew it all over the world
And all way up to Heaven divine,

Let me have Thy meekness, that I would
Ever turn the other cheek for Thee
And, Lord, give me a piece of Heaven,
that I may ever Thy servant be.

© by Pearlie Duncan Walker

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