My Soul Cries Out To Thee
Father I strech my hands to thee.
No one can help me.
My enemies surrounds and set traps for me.
Lord save me from the hands of the enemy.
All I want is to be set free and to serve
you all the days of my life.
Oh Lord My Soul Cries...
It Cries Out for Rest and Peace in Thee.
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