Wounded Sigh
Dear Father who loves us from on high,
I come to Thee seeking a reply,
Thy grace has been in ample supply,
I thank Thee for that, You've heard me cry,
Yet there are unanswered prayers, why?
I know I'm not perfect, no, not I,
Still I come as I am, don't deny,
Forgive my misgivings, dry my eye,
Hear my request, on Thee I rely,
You are my refuge, You rule the sky!
My soul knots only You can untie,
To my heart's one desire, please comply,
You alone can give, I can but try,
My tears have grown wings, to Thee they fly,
Dear Lord, acknowledge my wounded sigh!!
{When waiting on the Lord turns us weary}
Copyright © Joanna Daniel | Year Posted 2024
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