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Ezekiel's Cry of Israel
An orphan girl-a rugged child Abandoned in the streets Made a slave-abused, tormented- Without hope, desire-in chains Compassionate King –heart of mercy Saw the daughter of sin lay dying Drew her forth-paid her debt Brought her home-set her free Made a bride-in elegant silks Pearls, perfumes-beauty No longer a slave-the bride of the King Set free to live and free to sing Yet orphan girl with heart set free Went back to the streets to play Filth and rot and evil things She desires-partakes- is Merciful king-pleads with His love Turn-Come-Remain Leave the filth abide in me I will give all you need Wretch heart -would not turn away More and more each day Love and goodness not enough Further and further she strayed Righteous King-let go of His bride Let her run to the filth she loved Watching, watching- loving King As His chosen one runs away Fallen daughter-despair once more In a miry pit lay dying Surrounded by the chains she has made She looks back to the castle once more Then beloved King steps down again Retrieves His crippled bride Tired and weak held in His great arms He loves her as before Gracious King- please save me the pain Blind my eyes to the alluring ways Unworthy daughter am I as well Oh Father, keep me from turning astray.
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