It took me forever, Lord, to learn how to lean. To leave my friends as you lovingly began to wean. I know I was stubborn, and I dug in my heels, And when you applied pressure did I ever squeal.
It was a concept, Lord, that I just hadn't learned, And obviously . . . I was not too much concerned. But as my old leaning-posts were taken away, Routine confidence . . . began rapidly to fray.
Then your Holy Spirit, made it abundantly clear, To you alone, Lord, must I unltimately adhere. Only in your word and Spirit, may I ever grow strong, As you continue to teach me, a blessed new song.
It is not in friends and others, that I will understand. All my strength and wisdom, must come to me firsthand. No longer can another, walk me through the task, For only in Your guidance, may I safely bask.
Keep on teaching me Lord, and keep me close to you. (For without you beside me I haven't got a clue.) I belong to you Lord I am your creation . . .I want only to praise you without cessation!