For all the people, every day
For which I promised that I'd pray
I lift them up Lord hear my prayer
Keep them safe inside Your care
For those, the broken; and the weak,
Give them help and all they need
For those knowing, such deep discord
Calm them with Your peace, O Lord
I hear the heartaches and confess
Some are buried with hopelessness
Help me, Jesus; oh, help me today
To know which words I need to say
And if my work is too uncool
For those who claim to live Your rule
I'll look at hearts and know at least
I was Your instrument and Your peace
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