Lord Make Me

Lord, make me a chair 

Where I can support people

Yet still stand on my own

Use me in all different ways

But in the end, still be the same

 

People will mistreat me

Take advantage of my ability

But, Lord, put as much weight on me 

For I will show You no limit

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