Monday, September 19, 2005
Lord, You know my every thought, You are familiar with all my ways, and know completely before a word is on my tongue. My heart, oh Lord, is burdened and heavy-laden. Lord, my spirit grows faint within me, I am drowning and I can barely breathe. Listen to my cry and have mercy on me, In Your faithfulness, oh Lord, come to my relief. In my distress I call out to my Lord; "Oh Lord, do not hide Your face from me, Show me Your compassion and Your grace, Let me receive new life and be set free." Deliver me from my prison, oh Lord, that I may exalt Your wonderful name. In3caTe jotted @ 7:56 pm
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