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Dear Father
up in Heaven,
I am calling out to You,
To relieve this sorrow,
I am going through.
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It’s getting very hard Lord,
To make it through each day,
The pain just seems to linger,
What else can I say.
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I need Your healing touch Lord,
I need to feel Your Love,
I need Your arms around me,
From Heaven up above.
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Thy Will be done in Heaven Lord,
Is what I ask of Thee,
And if it be Thy Will dear Lord,
Please take this pain from me.
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And I give You all the Glory Lord,
For caring like You do,
And for all Your tender Mercy,
That always comes from You.
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