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“I need Thee every hour,” the old hymn says
And I greet God’s presence then, with
Concerns within my head
So many in a fragile state
“I need Thee every hour,” how quickly I forget
The world spins by and do I even hear?
Disengaged or desensitized in defense
So many just wanting health and life
“I need Thee every hour,” a song for everyone
The fearful, the burdened, the one longing for hope
And I pray for hope. Oh, God, hear my prayer,
Our Ever-Present Helper in despair