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Langston Hughes
All life is but the climbing of a hill
To seek the sun that ranges far beyond
Confused with stars and lesser lights anon,
And planets where the darkness reigneth still.
All life is but the seeking for that sun
That never lets one living atom die –
That flames beyond the circles of the eye
Where Never and Forever are as one.
And seeking always through this human span
That spreads its drift of years beneath the sky
Confused with living, goeth simple man
Unknowing and unknown into the Why –
The Why that flings itself beyond the Sun
And back in space to where Time was begun.
Pray: Precious Lord
Thomas A. Dorsey 1938
Precious Lord
take my hand
lead me on
help me stand.
I am tired.
I am weak.
I am worn.
Through the storm
through the night
lead me on
to the light.
When my way grows drear
precious Lord linger near.
When my life is almost gone…
hear my cry
hear my call
hold my hand
lest I fall.
Take my hand
precious Lord
lead me home.
