I'm treading murky waters Lord, My way I cannot see, Hear my heart cry out to you, Hear my plea. Take my hand oh Lord, Lead me from this land, of tears and fears and doubts, Lord...help me stand. Reach me with your love oh Lord, Protect me from this cup cleanse the muddy water Lord, Speak the word...enough! One word from you oh Lord, One touch of your hand, One breath oh Lord, And the enemy can't stand. He has to flee when you are near, He can't stay to torture me, Dip your finger on my brow, Make me free. Plant my feet on solid ground Lord, Upon the path of righteousness, Take my hand in yours Lord, And lead me to the very best. You wait for your errant child, To come out of trials so bleak, Still loving you above all else, My home with you I seek. My treasures are there in heaven, My mansion stands tall, You, my loving Father, Have provided for them all, I struggle through this darkness, but you give me what I need, With patience and love, You know my greed. I greed after you Lord, Though I cry and I wail, You lovingly forgive, When I fail. You've cleansed me with the blood, Of your precious Son, You've made me white as snow, The job is done. I am yours for all eternity, These muddy waters cannot take, Your love for me will always be, My life you will never forsake. I love you Father, This I've always known, Nothing can take you from me, In forever, I have a home. I won't feed the enemies ego, I won't give him his ride, I hold on to you Lord, In you I do abide. Praise you and thank you Jesus, For all you've done for me, I want the world to know you Lord. I want the world to see, That you are the best, And none can compare, With the love that you give, To those you prepare. Author: Mary Silva Page By New Bern, North Carolina rickmoore_cruise2000@yahoo.com Click Below for My Homepage And Sign My Guestbook Then said I, Lord how long? And He answered, Until the cities be wasted without inhabitant, and the houses without man, and the land be utterly desolate, And the Lord have removed men far away, and there be a great forsaking in the midst of the land. But yet in it shall be a tenth, and it shall return, and it shall be eaten; as a teil tree, and as a oak, whose substance is in them, when they cast their leaves; so the holy seed shall be the substance thereof. Isaiah, 11-13        Credits and Graphics Please visit Mary Silva's Site The Author of this Poem Click Below for Whispered Winds 06-11-03