Help Me
by Tara Young
Place a balm on my wounded heart and help me not to fret.
Help me not to get offended when my needs are not met.
Help me to trust You more and put myself last.
Help me to focus on things of You not those, which I hold fast.
Help me not to languish in a state of blue.
Help me Lord to listen and lean entirely on You.
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