If this is what I was meant to do
Then there aint' no need to stress
So Lord grant me every single
Reserve of strength i have left
Guide my paths, keep my head cool
Show me which turns to take
So I can live the life I was made for
And bring you all the praise
Your touch, your hands
Your words, your plans
Your will still stands
Let me rest in you
And do what I was born to do
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