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"Jesus Called Me" I sat in my room in a state of fear Crying in my self pitty wiping my tears The burdens of life were hard to bare No matter where I looked I seen troubles there The world it seemed was closing in on me I was surrounded by misery no out did I see One night as I laid in my bed in the dark From my attic I heard the cry of a Lark I thought it was my immagination running wild Then I realized it was Jesus calling me His way of saying I am here my child When I received Jesus's call that night My burdens were lifted when the Lark cried By....Kings
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