Desolate and desperate
I have nothing to call my own.
Empty-handed, empty-hearted
Waiting for the break of dawn.
For just as surely
as day shall end the night,
If God is only with me,
Then I shall never want.
He is my Maker, and Redeemer,
My Brother, Friend, and King.
He is the Bread of Life,
Of Living Waters He's the spring.
He's my Comforter and Perfecter,
My Shelter, Strength, and Shield.
Then when God is all I have,
I find God is all I need.
-o-
need I say more?
need I say more?
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