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Looking for Your Grace
Sun, a flaming ball in the sky
Waterlogged lands have long gone dry
The soil of the land turned crusty
Oh God, on us, have some mercy!
Scorched in the fury of the sun,
Are hot humid days, with no fun
In sultry heat, men go crazy
Oh God, on us, have some mercy!
Just as water saves lives on land
Your grace is needed for our mind
Don’t leave our souls dry and hazy
Oh God, on us, have some mercy!
Sun, a flaming ball in the sky
Oh God, on us, have some mercy!
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Valsa George
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