The Cries Of Your Daughter
Today I sought refuge, in the one I call friend..
To hide all my troubles, in his pavilion transcend.
I thought to set publish, my cares and my fears..
For his bowels of mercy, is more than my tears.
As I struggled to find joy, in the cool of the day..
My heart was so broken, I could not even pray.
In the depth of despair, I yearned to find strength..
For my life was laid bare, and darkness was my length.
The lifter of my head, I cried to with hope..
Beseeching with hunger, to help me to cope.
Praise on my lips, seemed so far away..
And all I could do, was bow in decay.
My Father.. My Father.. Come to my aid..
There is sorrow on the inside, and in affliction I am laid.
Hear the cries of your daughter, and stretch forth your hand..
And stop me from falling, so by faith I might stand.
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