by L. Dalton

Created on: March 15, 2009

Lord, Hear Me Cry

Lord, I come to you with humble heart,

Only to you, do my life I impart.

I deserve nothing, no more than dirt am I,

Begging your mercy, unto you I cry.

Walk with me, hold my hand.

Bring me to your bosom to rest.

I can only dream of my home, in heaven's fair land.

There, I hope to join the chosen and blessed.

Let me praise you, glorifying your name.

There is none other, so steadfast and true.

Telling others of your suffering, in their name;

Casting evil away, saying I knew not you.

The New Jerusalem, I pray, will be my home,

Until I walk and talk with you, my Lord,

When this sinful world, I no longer roam.

Give me grace, the armor to wear without the sword.

Let me give credence to the prophets of old.

Praising your name with each thing, that I tell.

While relaying to the young and bold;

and telling stories of Heaven and of Hell.

Bless me with wisdom, that I might know,

Please be merciful, if it be your will.

Teaching my young, their pathway I'll show,

when you speak, to hear and be still.

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