Father I was broken
My Spirit was so weak
I came unto you weary
And without a voice to speak
My Soul had become desolate
Devoured by my Sin
Devoid of all your Mercy
Left an emptiness with in
I prayed for you to see me Lord
And bless me with your Grace
Then while I was on bended knee
I found the gift of Faith
I thank you Lord for everyday
And the blessings each day brings
Your love has fixed my broken Soul
And gave my Spirit wings
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