Sounds.
Sound's all around,
nothing making any since
Trying to block it all out.
Voice's of God is Quiet
does he here me?
I pray for so many people,
but their is to many
I can't get to them all.
Lord I'm not strong,
but through you I know
I can do all things.
Yelling, screaming,
Crying what pain
I see, and here.
What do I do now?
I give it all to your holy throne
Leave the sword at your feet.
Thank-you Jesus
Copyright © Carmen Profit | Year Posted 2007
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