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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'