O, Lord, hear my cry,

Will you grant my petition?

Day after day I bow before You,

my aching heart is bared

On bended knees my tears freely flow,

falling to the floor as the pain refuses to be contained.

Your plan and purpose are hidden from my view,

but You are Holy.

You are the Creator of all things,

Who still works miracles.

I will choose to trust You,

though my desire remains strong.

Lord, hear my cry,

please answer my deepest plea.

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