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precious lord, take my hand
Sunday, July 8, 2007

i am seriously feeling tired abt university decisions. it's exhausting trying to prepare urself for uni when u really dont know which continent u will be ending up in. i'll abide by whatever my parents decide nevertheless and i appreciate all the thought and effort they're going through to make the decision. i still feel tired and weary though.
anyhow, i'm still thankful for the opportunity God has given me to do medicine. indeed, God is good. He has given me not 1, not 2 but 5 places to choose from. and now, after narrowing down to 2, a decision has to be made. i'm anxious, worried and afraid abt whether that'll be the correct choice. Whatever it turns out to be, I know that God is the sovereign and almighty heavenly father and His will will be done.

Precious Lord, take my hand.

Lead me on, let me stand.
I am tired, I am weak, and worn.
Through the storm, through the night,
Lead me on to the light.
Take my hand, precious Lord,
Lead me home.

When my way grows drear,
Precious Lord, lead me 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.

When the darkness appears
And the night draws near,
And the day is past and gone,
At the river I stand.
Guide my feet, hold my hand,
Take my hand, precious Lord,
Lead me home.

THANK GOD for this encouraging hymn written by Thomas Andrew Dorsey.
GOD LOVES YOU AND ME A LOT!!

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