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  Cries to God
  

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  Abba
  
  Abba, please help us make sense of it all,
  You know, when we're weary, how quickly we fall.
  Wanting is one thing, and yearning for you,
  But walking the path is a hard thing to do.
  
  Wanting to serve you, to walk in your path,
  Searching and yearning with all of our hearts,
  But shoulder to grindstone, or hand to the plough,
  It's harder to walk in the kingdom right now.
  
  14/10/02
  

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  Father
  
  Father
  Help me to love instead of seeking to be loved.
  Help me to be tender, whilst going without.
  Help me to seek to understand instead of seeking to be understood,
  Help me offer a smile when all that's within cries for very loneliness and loss.
  
  Father
  Help me give my bewilderment instead of puzzling alone,
  Help me take my heartache, and leave it at your throne.
  Help me walk the road with you, without a bitter word
  And share my grief with you alone, assured that you've heard.
  
  02/08/03
  

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  Tears in Prayer
  
  Oh the cleansing flow of tears in prayer
  As I at last lay myself bare
  Healing comes with blest relief
  Gone are the thoughts of unbelief
  
  Oh the cleansing flow of tears in prayer
  How they make my soul aware
  Of that deep and reaching love
  That only comes from God above
  
  Oh the cleansing flow of tears in prayer
  They bring sweet fragrance to the air
  It lingers now and I grasp hold
  The feeling now in me is bold
  
  Lord, bring me back to this place again
  Fill my life and block the pain
  Let me see that through it all
  You only want my all in all
  
  Graeme Dawson
  26/11/85

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  Touched
  
  He touched a man one day in love
  Knowing the pain it would cause
  
  He touched him at the very point
  At the knowledge of God's broken laws
  
  It staggered the man, to think that he
  Would have to go back so far
  
  To realize his works were filthy rage
  And his pride was such a bar
  
  The times he thought he measured up
  When Oh, far short he fell
  
  He touched that man in a miraculous way
  To snatch him from the jaws of hell
  
  Graeme Dawson 05/11/85

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