The Needs Of Many
Dear GOD, my Lord I call to thee
Release your blessings to pour and free
The needs of many that call to you
The Churches too where war ensues
The battle yours already won
The time for you has yet to come
But here and now much suffering
Depletes your house of offerings
Blessed is your name dear Father
Who oversees all things that bother
The souls that reach and fall this day
The hearts slipping, heart beats that fade
I am but one soldier here
Charged by you whose fallen tears
Fear the worst is yet to come
Intervention much needed from your Kingdom
The needs of many grow each day
Like the five thousand you fed and saved
The church now seems under attack
Against the wall is church boards back
Forgive my lack of faith if some
For your good can't be undone
But in your hour you too called out
To Father you, your son would shout
So in this one that now I write
In this prayer that calls to light
Bring your grace to pour again
Rain on church Father, begin
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