Everything has no meaning at all
Unless your love for me I recall
All around in meaningless existence
Everything else out of sense
Everything has no meaning at all
Unless you pick me up each time I fall
Lord bless me with discernment
For what my life is really meant
Lord I know you made me for a mission
Like a seed in this world you have sown
Like that of a mustard smallest of all
To become a tree, a refuge, for every soul
Jesus as I draw strength from you
Possess me in all I say or do
That I may give hope to the weary
To touch the sinners to love Thee
by carmen herrera uy, december 14, 2013
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