Morning Prayer
Teach me and guide me and show me thy way;
Teach me and guide me and show me thy way;
An end of age before us, Bittersweet we all do know;
The harvest of the fields is upon us, Of the tares and the wheat ’tis true; The fields are ripe for the picking, Of the workers there are but few
Bread of Life, Son of man, You are the only one who can,
I take You for your Word, I know that it is true; As I walk along this path, I will keep my eyes on You.