My song to God in prayer this morning--I found myself singing this over and over and decided to write it down...
Oh, hear the cries of my heart, oh my Lord
Oh, hear the prayers of your daughter
My heart cries out for you, oh my God
My heart breaks for your people
Oh, hear their cries, their pleas, oh my God
Oh, heal the hearts of your people
I give you praise because you are my God
My heart belongs to you, oh Lord
O,h hear me, Father, hear my call
Hear the voice of your daughter
Hear my cries and answer all my prayers
Humble my heart before you, oh my God
OH,h please humble my heart before you...
Tuesday, May 21, 2013
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