Precious Lord, take my hand,
Lead me on to safer land.
Precious Lord, walk with me,
Through barren land and rugged sea.
Precious Lord stay by my side,
In your love I would er’ abide.
Precious Lord, I need you so,
Calm me with your words of woe.
By Cassandra L. Froese
July 28th, 1998
Sometimes I feel as though I'm a wandering weed.
No future , no past, no meaning , no need.
But God when I pray to you up above,
I feel a solemn peace like a calm white dove.
Here I am going on today and right now,
I don't want to worry, I trust you know how.
I trust that you know what purpose my life shall bring,
Whatever it may be, my heart for you shall sing.
By Cassandra Froese
September 7/1998