Crying

Sobbing and weeping,
Lord, I cry to you.
My eyes fill, the red strain lens.
Do – I stand alone?

I cry to you,
How great thee mercy Lord.
I close my eyes,
Your death vivid in my dreams.

The flood flows down my face.
I fall to my knees.
My soul fills, I cannot see!
I'm not alone, I know by faith,
Blind faith

Sobbing and weeping.

Snuffyb