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It
took
me
forever,
Lord,
to
learn
how
to
lean.
To
leave
my
friends
—
as
you
lovingly
began
to
wean.
I
know
I
was
stubborn,
and
I
dug
in
my
heels,
And
when
you
applied
pressure
—
did
I
ever
squeal.
It
was
a
concept,
Lord,
that
I
just
hadn't
learned,
And
obviously
.
.
.
I
was
not
too
much
concerned.
But
as
my
old
leaning-posts
were
taken
away,
Routine
confidence
.
.
.
began
rapidly
to
fray.
Then
your
Holy
Spirit,
made
it
abundantly
clear,
To
you
alone,
Lord,
must
I
ultimately
adhere.
Only
in
your
word
and
Spirit,
may
I
ever
grow
strong,
As
you
continue
to
teach
me,
a
blessed
new
song.
It
is
not
in
friends
and
others,
that
I
will
understand.
All
my
strength
and
wisdom,
must
come
to
me
firsthand.
No
longer
can
another,
walk
me
through
the
task,
For
only
in
Your
guidance,
may
I
safely
bask.
Keep
on
teaching
me
Lord,
and
keep
me
close
to
you.
(For
without
you
beside
me
—
I
haven't
got
a
clue.)
I
belong
to
you
Lord
—
I
am
your
creation
.
.
.
I
want
only
to
praise
you
—
without
cessation!
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