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MY PRAYER
Oh Lord, in the darkest hour you laid your hand on me. Healed my heart, cleansed my soul and bid me follow thee. Though I lay trembling, feeling small, afraid of what you'd see You picked me up and led me on, twas then I was set free. When I am in your presence Lord and feel the grace of thee There is never cause to doubt your word or your sincerity. You accept me now the way I am, your love you guarantee And though I am not perfect Lord you still have faith in me. It matters not how many times I've come on bended knee To beg forgiveness for my sins you listen to my plea. So I confess to all my shame with complete honesty And thank you for the day you sent Heaven's call to me.
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