To Be Free
O Lord
In my life the sun rises and it sets
In my darkness I see you
Chilled to the soul yet
feeling the warmth of your touch
Take hold of my anxious hand
Have mercy and heal my soul
For I cannot see what I should
But I ask on bended knee
For a drink of living water to quench my thirst
Heal me so I can see more clearly
What lies beyond me
Frank Black Blacharczyk
John 4:14,15
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