Shabbat Shalom

Lead gently, Lord, and slow
For oh, my steps are weak
And ever as I go
Some soothing sentence speak
That I may turn my face
Through doubt's obscurity
Toward thine abiding-place
E'en tho' I cannot see

For lo, the way is dark
Through mist and cloud I grope
Save for that fitful spark
The little flame of hope

Lead gently, Lord, and slow
For fear that I may fall
I know not where to go
Unless I hear thy call

My fainting soul doth yearn
For thy green hills afar
So let thy mercy burn
My greater, guiding star!

-Paul Laurence Dunbar