TORCH ME AGAIN
Be thou gracious to me Lord
for my days are becoming odd
I spend my night in sorrow
pains piercing my bone marrow
who shall I call but thee
thy faithfulness I hope to see.
See; in vain is my efforts
my labor has no wages
for my capital there is no interest
my land no rent Lord, how can I rest?
But with thy Spirit of favor sustain
one more time I say Lord torch me again
#Itz Ali Alexon✍
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