My Tears
My TearsThere is a deep sadness in my heart.
The precious Lambs of God
are turning into fierce wolves.
The gracious blessings we use to use
to greet one another,
are filled with wretched wickedness of lost souls.
Lord can you hear my cry,
to intervene on behalf of your Saints.
My Father; let the stormy rains blow
to cleanse our lands,
and fill our live with Love, and Blessings
for each and everyone's Neighbor.
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