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My Only Expectation is from Thee

Lord, I have nothing, in myself am naught, Weak as a bruised reed Thou findest me; And yet I dare to call myself Thy Child, Because my expectation is from Thee. I am so poor in grace, so weak in faith, Seek Thee so feebly on the bended knee; And yet I must keep seeking, … Continue reading