The day begins with yawns
Not knowing what awaits
Except chores, piles of work
Straining for time and life
@ At your feet O Lord
I choose to be with You
I journey in Your Word
Attentive to Your Spirit
In daily journeys, I find
Life is kind and also hurts
My soul, body and mind
But still one place I berth
@ At your feet O Lord
I choose to be with You
I journey in Your Word
Attentive to Your Spirit
At the end of the day
Drained and squeezed dry
Most times no drive to pray
Knowing Emmanuel, I cry
@ At your feet O Lord
I choose to be with You
I journey in Your Word
Attentive to Your Spirit
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