With a little touch of soul, love and friendship my spirit
soars as I've burnt the bridges behind me of pain, hunt, and
anger and taken hold of the awesome hand of God creator of
all I am and even hope to be.
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Don't play me like a guitar string, confess to be like Jesus
and throw stones at me.
As the hurt in my soul won't blow away as the drifting sand
that fades away.
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Stand up for God in these troubled times and calm the raging
winds as America has fallen forgive her of her sin.
With open arms I come to thee with heavy heart deliver me.
As a yellow rose of faith, as a believer before you God I'm
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