[male
vocals] (
Gentle
rhythm
guitar
picking,
soft
percussion
groove)
Yeah,
Lord,
hear
my
cry
You
made
me
the
shepherd
of
this
flock
In
this
walk
of
life,
I
bow
before
You
Oh,
Father,
guide
my
hands
You
placed
their
faith
inside
my
weary
hands
They
look
to
me
to
understand
their
plans
When
hunger
bites
and
tables
are
all
bare
They
come
to
me
with
sorrow
and
despair
The
mothers
weep,
the
fathers
bend
their
knees
They
see
in
me
the
hope
they
seek
to
please
I
carry
burdens
heavy
on
my
chest
Seeking
for
them
a
place
of
perfect
rest
Baba
makandiita
mutariri
weboka
randinotungamirira,
makaisa
rutendo
rwavo
mandiri,
vakashaya
chekudya
vachema
kwandiri
sababa
wavo,
vabereki
vachichema
kwandiri
semwana
wavo
wavakarerawo,
vakatarisira
vose
kwandiri.
Vakashaya
kupfeka
vanochemera
kwandiri,
fundo
yavo
iri
muruoko
twangu,
mufaro
wavo
urimandiri ,
zvino
maoko
angu
anezvisingakwane
kuvana
nekuvabereki,
handina
humwe
hutiziro
kunze
kwenyu
Jehovha
samasimba..
ndinopunzikira
muchivanze
chenyu ,
nditariseiwo
Jesu,
ndibateiwo
neruoko
rwerudyi
ndisimbe
newe.
Ndikaba
ndakutadzirai,
ndikauraya
ndakutadzirai,
chindiropafadzaiwo
Mwari
Oh
Lord,
my
hands
are
tired,
the
load
is
wide
I
need
Your
grace,
I
need
You
by
my
side
They
look
to
me
for
bread,
for
school,
for
light
But
only
You
can
make
the
future
bright
I
am
but
a
vessel,
weak
and
small
I
fall
before
You,
waiting
for
Your
call
Their
clothes
are
thin,
the
winter
cold
is
near
Their
education
hangs
on
all
my
fear
Their
happiness
is
tethered
to
my
name
But
I
am
lost
within
this
heavy
game
I
cannot
hold
the
world
inside
my
grip
I
feel
the
sinking
vessel
start
to
slip
But
You,
Jehovah,
King
of
power
and
might
You
turn
my
darkest
shadows
into
light
Oh
Lord,
my
hands
are
tired,
the
load
is
wide
I
need
Your
grace,
I
need
You
by
my
side
They
look
to
me
for
bread,
for
school,
for
light
But
only
You
can
make
the
future
bright
I
am
but
a
vessel,
weak
and
small
I
fall
before
You,
waiting
for
Your
call
If
I
have
sinned,
if
I
have
gone
astray
Wash
all
my
pride
and
bitterness
away
If
I
have
failed
the
ones
who
trust
in
me
Lord,
set
my
spirit
and
my
conscience
free
Reach
out
Your
hand,
the
right
hand
of
Your
grace
And
let
me
find
my
refuge
in
Your
space
Oh
Lord,
my
hands
are
tired,
the
load
is
wide
I
need
Your
grace,
I
need
You
by
my
side
They
look
to
me
for
bread,
for
school,
for
light
But
only
You
can
make
the
future
bright
I
am
but
a
vessel,
weak
and
small
I
fall
before
You,
waiting
for
Your
call
I
fall
upon
my
knees
within
Your
court
You
are
my
anchor
and
You
are
my
port
Jesus,
look
at
me,
hold
my
hand
tight
Lead
me
through
the
day
into
the
night
Lead
me
through
the
day
into
the
night
Just
bless
my
work,
bless
my
heart,
bless
my
soul
Make
me
whole,
make
me
whole. (
Guitar
fading
out
with
a
soft
rhumba
sway)