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Weary Eyes Form Praying Hands In The Skies
Down here
in this torn and distraught land,
Weary eyes…
form praying hands
in the stormy skies,
because exhaustion has taken hold…
Lord replenish this weary soul
The valleys are deep
and the peaks continue to rise
into nothingness
The enemy is getting more bold…
I don't have the strength to resist
I need your hand, your power, your kiss,
I'm just a man of hungry,
an empty dish
Down here
in this torn and distraught land,
Helpless eyes….
form praying hands
in the stormy skies,
because exhaustion has taken hold…
Lord replenish this weary soul
My overburden heart
got my soul bent in distress
My body needs a little peace…a little rest
from the pain in these grains of sand
I can't survive the lies
in this test
without you, O Son of Man
Lord down here in me, the torn land
My weary eyes
can only form praying hands
in the stormy skies,
because exhaustion has taken hold
Lord please replenish this weary soul
You are my beauty in these ashes,
Making me overlook the cuts, the gashes
that create my cries,
Please accept these praying hands
formed in the skies
by my eyes
Copyrights 2009
Robert Anthony James
in this torn and distraught land,
Weary eyes…
form praying hands
in the stormy skies,
because exhaustion has taken hold…
Lord replenish this weary soul
The valleys are deep
and the peaks continue to rise
into nothingness
The enemy is getting more bold…
I don't have the strength to resist
I need your hand, your power, your kiss,
I'm just a man of hungry,
an empty dish
Down here
in this torn and distraught land,
Helpless eyes….
form praying hands
in the stormy skies,
because exhaustion has taken hold…
Lord replenish this weary soul
My overburden heart
got my soul bent in distress
My body needs a little peace…a little rest
from the pain in these grains of sand
I can't survive the lies
in this test
without you, O Son of Man
Lord down here in me, the torn land
My weary eyes
can only form praying hands
in the stormy skies,
because exhaustion has taken hold
Lord please replenish this weary soul
You are my beauty in these ashes,
Making me overlook the cuts, the gashes
that create my cries,
Please accept these praying hands
formed in the skies
by my eyes
Copyrights 2009
Robert Anthony James
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Weary Eyes Form Praying Hands In The Skies
Weary Eyes Form Praying Hands In The Skies