Lowest Valley, The

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Lord I don’t want to do one thing on my own
Put me where you want me Lord where I belong
Give me the strength Lord to do thy perfect will
And when I’m in the lowest valley I can climb the highest hill

   Lord I want to be what you want me to be
   Lord I want to do the things you want me to do
   Lord I want to stay in the center of thy will
   When I’m in the lowest valley I can climb the highest hill

This world gets more wicked every day
People’s hearts have grown cold, forgotten how to pray
But if I live to be a hundred I’ll keep holding to your hand
Until you come and take me home to that promised land