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A Prayer

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FiyeroTigelaar

Published: Aug 2, 2014

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Abba, guide me in my time of sorrow
Bring me back to the light
The light that has left
Prepare me for what is coming
Because I can't find my way
Not through this pit of darkness
Lord, grant me help
For my hopefulness seems hopeless

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