rain rain come my way
wash down uncertainty off my forehead
will-o-the-whips i cant obey
beaten path meet me ahead
I’ll stab you off my tummy
if i miss? but it’s you i need
in that door you stand a dummy
however, otherwise always needed.
For the children scavanging for love that eludes them, hear us... For that love set loose at the cradle, bring it back... Free and ransomed by God's love.
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path, rain, tummy, wish
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