O let me in His bosom abide,
When I am in need or blest
O let my joy be found at His side
And in His presence find rest

O let my lungs be filled with His praise
And His songs in my heart ring
If I have naught to give, save hands raised,
I pray my heart be genuine…

O let me trust through the highs and lows,
When on life’s rough seas I sail
O let me e’er remember He’s close
And trust the seas will be still

(c) Chukwudi I.