Can You hear my cry, O Lord?
When my broken heart is stirred?
My tears are bound by my circumstance
as nothing has really changed.
Does he hear Your voice Lord
when his rebukes and anger pour?
Is he so cold with no feelings when
his words cut with every exhange?
Will it take a calamity or sickness
to draw him back to Your arms?
Will it take the stresses of his life
to bring him to a place that is strange?
I pray, O Lord, that Your goodness,
Your mercy will open his eyes.
Open his ears to Your voice tender.
Change his life and rearrange.
You are greater than all problems,
if only he would come back.
Whatever is preventing his return,
I pray Lord make the change.
Copyright,7/24/2013, Little Impressions
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