Leaning on
Thee, thou has brought me this high.
Becoming your child,
Thou has led and guided me without pride,
And stroke my hair to ease me in high tide.
Thine scheme is such a wonder,
That beholder gape and ponder.
Looking at me,they only walk and stonder.
Hard things are to me as butter.
If i say thanks ,I feel it's an only,
If i give money, it becomes a foolly,
If I give myself, I am sinful wholly.
If only i can pray for thy grace to serve you wholly.
I cannot go far without your help,
Not even an inch outside your vent.
When i tempt to say die for threat,
Thou fill my heart with courage to depth.
I am a babe, without eyes,
Take i to my height,
And teach others your might.
Even those who others take to be high.
