I see wrinkled eyes, wet with water
And a hunch-backed lady, who might not walk after a quarter
Then comes a five year old, bruised by his mother
We wait for your mercy, O Heavenly Father
Many hearts cry, but no one to bother
Your sheep has scattered, send us to gather
With our soul and spirit, we’ll praise You and honor
Take us home with you, O Heavenly Father
Only
Joy
(Please contact me at joyprem@praize.com)
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