Linda L. Throgmorton
October 8, 1997
I can’t seem to walk in
the love I know.
I can’t feel the joy that
inside me grows.
I don’t see the peace that
I know is there.
I’ve searched for the grace
I’m supposed to share.
The Lord whispers child,
I hear your plea . . .
Maybe you can’t, but you
can through me.
I don’t seem to know how
to give my best.
I just seem to fail each
day’s new test.
I want to believe that I
can some how,
Reveal to the world, what’s
inside me now.
The Lord whispers child,
I hear your plea . . .
Maybe you can’t, but you
can through me.
I want to give to others, that
the world may see,
What was freely given, from
you to me.
Help me Lord, help me to
live what’s true.
Give me strength and assurance
to walk anew.
The Lord whispers child,
I hear your plea . . .
Maybe you can’t, but you
can through me.