Cry of my heart

My humble cry, O Lord,
I put before you;
The cry of my heart;
My cry for my people
In suffering;
I yearn for you, O Lord
To make my people happy;
I yearn for you
To make my people succeed;
I yearn for you
To make my sick people well;
Yes, I yearn for you
To give them peace of mind;
To prosper them;
To make them know wealth;
And live in abundance;
Not lack;
I yearn for you, O Lord,
To make my people live free
Of the pangs of poverty
And suffering;
That they may know
The blessings of sunshine.
This, my heart desires
For my people;
This is my prayer, O Lord,
My cry for the people I love;
May you, in your heavenly throne
Hear my humble cry!
The cry of the heart
Of your unworthy servant.

Listen to my cry

Listen to my cry O God;
I come before you in tears;
Pleading for your help;
My heart aches with sorrow;
I long for you to listen to me;
And answer my prayer;
My people are suffering;
And many are dying;
Here we are helpless on our own;
Without your intervention,
Surely, we are finished;
But with you, we have hope;
You never abandon your children;
Do not abanbon us;
Come to our aid;
Rescue us from the fangs
Of danger.
In you we put our trust.
That is why I come before you
Pleading you listen to my cry.

O God, my Creator!

O God, my Creator!
You know me,
Than I do;
You know what I should do,
Than I do;
You know where I should go,
Than I do;
You know what I can do,
Than I do;
You know your plan
For my life,
Than I do;
You know what I should
Not do,
Than I do;
I, therefore, surrender
To you
O perfect planner;
Perfect guide;
The best of the best;
To guide me
To where you want me to go.
I will listen;
I will go where you direct!
I will follow where you lead.
O God, my creator,
This is my humble cry to you;
My humble plea
That, before you, I put.

No more unending tears

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If the continuous pang of pain
You have known for eternity,
And have cried to him in vain,
He challenges you to turn
Once more to him for your miracle.
The time has come
That He will turn your agony
To joy;
He that heals all wounds of
Body, heart, and soul;
Will give thee relief;
No more shall you cry in affliction;
No more shall you writhe in pain;
No more unending tears to shed;
No more shall sighs of frustration
And despair be your stock-in-trade;
Your suffering has, to its end come;
In place of sorrow, you will know
A season of happiness.
By the will of He That is mighty,
No more shall your heart irk with dstress.

Give us peace

Give us peace, O Lord,
See how we are suffering,
Many running up and down;
Some displaced from
Their homes,
Many no shelter,
No food,
No clothes to wear.
Many have lost their lives;
Peace, we badly need;
Heed our cry O Lord,
And grant us peace.
We, your children are crying;
We are in agony;
We are in tears;
Our hearts are bleeding;
We are in sorrow.
Soon to have
No more tears to cry,
We are getting empty of tears.

If you are serious about winning

You will be optimistic;
You will not be pessimistic;
You will be positive;
You will not be negative;
You will hope;
You will not despair;
You will encourage yourself;
You will not discourage yourself;
You will see stars at night
You will not see darkness;
You will laugh at difficulties;
You will not cry at difficulties;
You will smile often;
You will not frown;
You will have a winning spirit;
You will not have a losing spirit;
You will learn to stand tall;
You will learn not to lie low.
You will see the bright side;
You will not see the dark side.

Praying for a blessed day

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We pray this day O Lord,
For your mercy;
Grant us the blessing
Of a great day;
Each day is a sealed packet;
The content is unknown;
You alone know what’s inside;
We have expectations;
We trust in you,
That things will go well,
But truth is,
No one knows with certainty;
Therefore, on you, we count,
To make it a day of happiness
Not sorrow;
To Thee O Lord we turn;
To Thee we commit this day;
Since good and evil generate
From our hearts,
Help us this day
To generate good and not evil.

Frustrated bitter sad

I am frustrated;
I am bitter;
I am sad;
I come from the village;
I am a village boy;
I want to go to the city;
I want to live in the city;
I want to be rich;
I want to live in luxury;
I wonder if I have a chance;
I wonder where to begin;
I have no job;
I have no education;
I know nothing but poverty;
I was born in poverty;
I have grown in poverty;
I swim in poverty;
I bathe in poverty;
I live in poverty;
I see people living in opulence;
I see them in mansions;
I see some in ivory towers;
I admire them;
I wish I could be like them;
I think everyday about my life;
I cry every night;
I know not what lies ahead;
I see no light ahead;
I really want to succeed;
I am worried;
I am frustrated,
I am bitter;
I am sad.
I want to succeed;
I want to shine as others;
I want someone to help me.


You are the answer

In your mercy, O Lord,
Hear our cry;
We, your children are crying;
In sorrowful tears are we;
Lost as to what is to come;
Fear has, our bedfellow become; And worry our permanent pillow;
You alone have the solution
To this plight that tears
To minute pieces our hearts.
Come to our rescue, mighty God,
You whose power surpasses all.
See us down on our knees,
As we plead to you king of kings;
Majesty of the universe,
You alone are the answer we want.