You are my world

Precious Lord, take my hand, lead me on, let me stand;
I am tired, i am weak, i am worn;
Through the storm, through the night, lead me on to the light;
Take my hand, precious Lord, lead me home.

When my way grows drear, Precious Lord linger near,
when my life is almost gone;
Hear my cry, hear my call, Hold my hand lest i fall;
Take my hand, precious Lord, lead me home.

When the darkness appears, and the night draws near;
And the day is past and gone,
At the river i stand, Guide my feet, hold my hand:
Take my hand, precious Lord, lead me home.

It's just hard sometimes, you know? I try to take everything in my stride; i try to drown out the harsh words; i try not to become annoyed at the littlest thing; i try to be patient. I try.
Lord, help me.