When Oh Lord
I'm tired Lord.. I'm tired..
I'm tired of being in lack..
I'm tired of weeping, without any slack.
Darkness beckons my eyes..
Clouds don't ask me why.
As I lie awake, I plead my cause..
But inside my heart, my yearning roars.
In boldness I enter your presence..
In hindsight I worship in dance.
On my knees, I am prostate in prayer..
For I am desperate Lord, so give me your ear.
I behold my neighbours, whose table I crave..
At times in silence, for I am weak.. not brave.
When Oh Lord... I ask of thee..
My own will flow and my eyes will see.
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