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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