Dear Lord, I do not ask that Thou shouldst give me some high work of Thine, some noble calling or some wondrous talk; Give me a little hand to hold in mine; Give me a little child to point the way over the strange, sweet path that leads to Thee; Give me a little voice to teach to pray; Give me two shining eyes Thy face to see. The only crown I ask, dear Lord, to wear is this: That I may lead a little child. I do not ask that I may ever stand among the wise, the worthy or the great. I only ask that softly, hand in hand, a child and I may enter at the gate.
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Nice to see you and the white sand
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