The Cry For Help
O lord I cry for thee,
To guide and set me free,
From all these evil crimes,
That consumes me,
I come to you on bended knees,
Clasping my hands and praying to thee,
Help and make me see,
The forbidden gates that was hidden from me,
I will transform my ways, and make them believe,
That even the wicked of heart can change.
O lord beseech me, and set my soul free,
To do your bidding as you please.
I come to thee, for all to see,
That your love is not only for me.
