Petition in Faith
Terry
Tucker Francis
I
am empty, Lord: fill me;
Sick
with sorrow: heal me;
Blinded
by wordly ways: show me;
I
rush into foolishness, Lord: slow me;
Like
an earthy garden, Lord, I need
You
to tend me;
Like
a garment worn and torn, mend me;
Like
an empty cup fill me till I overflow
With
Your loving goodness, Lord,
So
all the world may know;
That
I was empty Lord, and You filled me;
Sick
with sorrow, yet You healed me;
Blinded
with worldly ways, until you came to show me
That
the only way to peace, dear Lord,
Is
to know thee.
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