Lord of mercy full of grace
Save my soul from this wreched place

Hear my cry Oh! Lord I plea
Check me out look and see

Spinning inside my head
Thinking better to be dead

Every problem I try to solve
Just gets bigger and evloves

Depression surley taken its toll
Money the problem cant buy your soul

Searching for comfort finding none
Iam looking are you not the son

I pray in this state of mind
Reach and touch me ever so kind

Take these burdens off my chest
All my labor give me rest

Forgive me who I may have wronged
Forgive me Lord if my faith don't seem strong

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