Lord hear my plea


I feel ambivalent,
Crestfallen
What have I become?

I feel equivalent
To the befallen
Where shall my help come from?

I call on You Lord it was not my intent
To let my faith be stolen.
Where shall my help come from?

Lord hear my plea.
My thoughts are held captive,
Please set me free.
Set me free,
Take me on the right path to my destiny.

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