He Listens To Me
When troubles and snares spread to cover my path
When people around me spew hatred and wrath
When pain and confusion is all I can see
I cry to my King, and He listens to me
When nighttime has fallen and I cannot see
When heartache and sorrow are covering me
I run to the secret place, cry out my plea
My cry rises up, and He listens to me
When faith seems to fail and I struggle to hope
When joy swiftly flees and I barely can cope
I know He can lift me; I know He can free
I pour out my heart, and He listens to me
When all things go wrong, and I hardly know why
When longing, and grieving, and fear make me cry
I cry unto Him, and my heart becomes free
His love melts all troubles; He listens to me
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