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But I cry to you for help, O LORD ;

in the morning my prayer comes before you.



Before you I kneel down and humble myself within

deep inside I long for your touch

I know I love you so very much.



I wake and cry for your love inside

also things that come from above

a whisper,a smell,a breeze in the air,



I long to take your hand in mine

to see your face so divine

how long does the sorrow last

can we just forget the past



You took my pain one day in time

made me yours so true and fine

I love your ways in all my days

I cry out and its not in vein.



Written by:©Betty Bolden

9-23-04



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