User talk:Noralyn Alongay

The Beauty of Calling Lord, plant me the seeds of humbleness, Like Moses' character of meekness. Sometimes the path that I see fit, Light of road's uneven lit. Help me O God for I frail, As fall prostrate the trail. Please give me the courage to stand, Following your footprints in sand. Help me of my weakness dear lord, Especially whenever I am abhorred. Do not leave me nor forsake me, When I’m blinded; can't see. Please guide me and abide in me, Cannot say "let me be". The things I endures me to mold, Needed your brave and bold. Facing the trials head on, is strenuous. With him I am zealous. Despite of life's tempting things I see, He's always there for me.