As I rise today Lord,
As I turn my face to thee
Clear the clouds that are a' hanging
Clear the cobwebs that are a' growing.
Clear the windows that are a' clouding
And carry my spirit that's grown a' weary
As I rise today Lord,
As I turn my face to thee
Wash me with thy preciousness
Cleanse me with thy loveliness
Build me with thy steadfastness
And hold me in thy carefulness
by Jacqueline M
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