With folded hands and humble heart And down on bended knee, Here all my longings I impart And raise an earnest plea. A plea for peace amid my fear, A plea for my increase, A plea for those that I call dear, A plea for wars to cease. A plea to lift my weary hands, And all my sins forgive, A plea to water thirsty lands That all the world might live. And just before I end the task And close my prayer to Thee, Did ever once I stop to ask What Thou would ask of me? Oh in my pleadi

Her tender little fingers Around my fingers curl As hand in hand I walk beside My precious little girl. Her feet will walk where mine do She trusts in every stride That I know where we’re headed too With each path I decide. And just where will I lead her? Where will I place her feet, While walking through the roads of life Down any given street? My steps will lead us somewhere Each one directs our way For where I go she follows me As I walk day by day. And when I might start

Inspired by President Emily Belle Freeman's April 2026 General Conference talk titled, "Best Days and Worst Days" The best of days, the worst of days, This is life’s great test: To see if I will choose the Lord And trust that He knows best. For He’ll allow mortality To do its work in me, As painful or triumphant As the days ahead may be. For truly on those best of days When hope smiles from above, Those days when I can’t help but sing Of God’s redeeming love. And also on tho