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ABIDE WITH ME
by Henry F. Lyte & William H. Monk
Abide with me! Fast falls the tide,
The darkness deepens---
Lord, with me abide.
When other helpers fail,
And comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, oh,
Abide with me.
Swift to its close ebbs
Out life's little day;
Earth's joys grow dim,
Its glories pass away,
Change and decay in all around I see;
O Thou, who changest not,
Abide with me.
I need Thy presence
Every passing hour;
What but Thy grace
Can foil the tempter's power?
Who, like Thyself,
My guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine,
Lord, abide with me.
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All my life I have know that I am different. I have trouble with my thinking and processing information. I have trouble in keeping close friends. I am afraid of living, and I don't really know why. I am good at pretending everything is all right, by just gritting my teeth and just charging ahead and getting through the rough spots, but inside I am afraid of failure and getting critized for things I do. I am hoping someone can help me, or at least understand me.
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