Lord, You say that I am able
To find You when I seek
But now my heart is hardened
And my resolve is weak
Seek me please Lord, seek me
Call me to Your throne
Carry me, oh carry me
I can't walk here on my own.
Carry me, oh carry me
By waters still and deep
Bid me come rest
Against Your breast
Dear Shepherd of lost sheep.
Your custom is for mercy
You pursue the one who falls
Shepherd of my being
Lord of all who call
Seek me Lord, please seek me
Call me, I will come
Rescue me, Oh rescue me
Bring me wholly home
This prodigal is weary
Diminished and brought low
Turn this wilderness for me
To planted vineyards I don't sow
Establish here a resting place
Where this starving child may dwell
From dry ground bring a waterspring
A still deep pool from Jacob's well
Lord satisfy my longing soul
Calm the storm, bid waves be still
Lead from distress and fruitlessness
To the peaceful haven of Your will
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You are no wandering sheep, you are a beautiful person who is going through some form of distress. I can say this as I have many times, cried from the heart.
Fair to say, my pleas were not immediately answered but with patience,things seemed to pick up once again, as I have faith enough to know they will for you too!
Keep smiling,
Veronica
