When I run errands I look around and wonder about the heartache in the hearts of the people that pass me by. I know I am not the only one who carries sorrow in my quiet heart. I sincerely hope this experience will help me to be more loving, more kind, more patient, and more like the Savior.
Savior, may I learn to love thee,
Walk the path that thou hast shown,
Pause to help and lift another,
Finding strength beyond my own.
Savior, may I learn to love thee—
Lord, I would follow thee. Pause to help and lift another,
Finding strength beyond my own.
Savior, may I learn to love thee—
Who am I to judge another
When I walk imperfectly?
In the quiet heart is hidden
Sorrow that the eye can’t see.
Who am I to judge another?
Lord, I would follow thee.Sorrow that the eye can’t see.
Who am I to judge another?
I would be my brother’s keeper;
I would learn the healer’s art.
To the wounded and the weary
I would show a gentle heart.
I would be my brother’s keeper—
Lord, I would follow thee.
I would learn the healer’s art.
To the wounded and the weary
I would show a gentle heart.
I would be my brother’s keeper—
Lord, I would follow thee.
Savior, may I love my brother
As I know thou lovest me,
Find in thee my strength, my beacon,
For thy servant I would be.
Savior, may I love my brother—
Lord, I would follow thee.
