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A poem of longing for God. |
| LOCK OUT THE NIGHT
Help me, O Lord, the darkness is coming, And the dawn seems so far from this place. Lock out the night from my soul, O Lord, And let me see only Thy face. The light is now fading, The Shadows grow long. Your Grace is evading me When I am wrong. Speak to me, speak to me, my dearest Lord, Please bring me to where I belong. Doug LeBlanc |