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My Lord I call to You,

like You always said I could.

Although there were times I didn't,

even when I knew I should.

I come to You, to speak my prayer,

me, Your scared, lost child.

Into Your loving arms I run,

You, so gentle and mild.

Seeking Your face,

and its warm, caring glow.

I ask for Your guidance Lord,

because I'm feeling so low.

So Lord, hear my prayer,

this cry that comes from my heart.

I want to be free from pain,

but I don't know where to start.

Please take away this affliction,

that lives within me.

From this horrible disease,

I long to be set free.

Take it away for me Lord,

release me from its chains.

I want to stop hurting,

and be me once again.

My prayer it is now spoken,

my feelings I tried to show.

And Lord, yes I am aware,

sometimes the answer is "No."