Lord, help me to hold lightly
To the treasures of this world.
Help me live with upturned palms;
Heart open, loose, uncurled.
Make me willing to give up
What You don’t want for me.
In blessings or hard trials
Teach me, Lord, to trust in Thee.
Every good and perfect gift
Cometh from above,
And every purging trial
Is filtered through Your love.
Will we accept Your blessings
And yet reject Your tests?
In choosing only blessings
We, in turn, reject Your best.
My tight grasp I will loosen, Lord.
My troubled heart will trust.
My hands to You I’ll open
For I know that You are just.
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