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~ Lord,
Prop Me
Up ~
Lord,
prop me
up on my
leanin’
side,
for
sometimes
life’s
storms
assail.
Most of
the time
I’ve
handled
the
ride,
but this
t’was
the
fiercest
gale.
I know I
can
stand
through
the
trials,
if you
will put
up some
poles.
There
still
are so
many
years
and
miles,
don’t
let me
be a
lost
soul.
You have
always
been my
life’s
beacon,
lifting
me from
every
fall.
It’s
only the
one side
that’s
weakened,
the
other
side’s
standing
tall.
Sometimes
I will
find
myself
leanin’
towards
bitterness
and
hate,
my soul
can
sometimes
be
weakened,
lift me
up
before
it’s too
late.
So,
Lord,
prop me
up on my
leanin’
side,
for
sometimes
life’s
storms
assail.
Most of
the time
I’ve
handled
the
ride,
but this
t’was
the
fiercest
gale.
©
Forrest
Phelps-Cook
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