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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


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Robert Anthony James


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Weary Eyes Form Praying Hands In The Skies