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Intro
It was only yesterday when I heard the teacher say
Patiently, "One and two makes three" We were children, you and me
Let us pray... for the ones they call the children of today
Nothing left but promises, nothing much is certain
All we see is want and need across the board.
Why thank you, Lord
We're living in the glory of your care
Skies of blue have all turned brown to the sound of sighing
Lord, abide; let us stem the tide of broken dreams
Sometimes you seem to tell us it's too late for praying
See the ocean wild and blue; think of all that's in her
She will not surrender to the likes of us
But then she must.
They tell us, wise men tell us it's too late
For each child with eyes that smile, there'll be ten more cryin'
Lord, abide; let us stem the tide of helplessness
But then, I guess, we're livin'. Is it too late for tryin'?
Nothing here but grains of sand; nothin' much worth savin'
Guess we've all got problems of our own to bear
And still we share.
Tomorrow could get better than today
To the ones who loved in vain, will you be beholden?
Lord, abide; let us stem the tide of broken dreams
Sometimes you seem to tell us it's too late for prayin'