The Strength to Pray
By: C.H.James

I knelt beside a brook one day
Amidst the mud and mirey clay
Around me stood the rose and thorn
With soft clear dew of early morn

Great tall trees strong and bold
Brought to mind a story old
I saw a man upon a tree
The son of God at Calvary

His nail pierced hands for all to see
Christ suffered there for you, for me
A crown of thorns upon His head
The love and blood He had shed

A wounded side still warm and bleeding
From a sin cursed world so lost unheeding
Yes, I knelt beside a brook one day
And found the strength, the strength to pray

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