In All My Leaning Places

 

Prop me up, O Lord,
In all my leaning places.

Open my eyes
That I may see
the sun.

Teach me how, O Lord,
To fill my empty spaces,
By reaching out
Before this day is done.

Lift me high, O Lord,
And maybe in the lifting,
I will learn how to lift
My fellow man.

— John W. Streetman III

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