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Here I come again, Dear Lord, No silver, no gold My heart, I unfold Before my King and Lord Seeking forgiveness and hoping for blessings Praying in faith, seeking Your face Humbly I cry, remove the beam from my eye Oh Lord, my triumph rests in your hand Darkness and sorrow canvas through the land I squeeze my feet into the narrow path, My feet full of royal pain ! Strapped with Shalom....they tarry onward Press on toward the goal to win the prize For which my Lord calls me to a high calling Of God in Jesus Christ, the precious pearl of great price. May Your will be done peace and goodwill To men on earth. Amen.