Precious Lord, take my hand.
Lead me on. Let me stand.
I am tired. I am weak. I am worn.
Through the storm,
Through the night,
Lead me on to the light.
Take my hand, precious Lord,
and lead me home.
~African-American Spiritual
This song was sung by slaves: women, men, and children that had been stripped of their freedom, tired, weak and worn from labor and abuse. I am humbled by the strength of these words in light of their original context. I feel unworthy of their prayer; nonetheless, I pray:
Precious Lord, take my hand, lead me on, let me stand.
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