Beyond Prose

Hear my cry oh, Dear Lord In my heart, the heavy load Seems to weigh me down Though I chose not to frown Am pushed to the edge Do something about the economy Helplessness, my constant enemy Is constantly putting me down I have nothing to call my own I’ll forever serve you, I pledge Sometimes I feel like crying But instead I start praying I need you, oh Dear Lord Through this narrow road For in you I find the will

Up on the hill With a pure heart Down on his knees He poured his heart To his father in prayer Up on the hill With a heart so pure Love for you and me On a tree he hung, O what manner of love Up on a hill So that we might live His life he gave And paid for my sins Now I live Up on the hill May I never forget While I was yet a sinner He died for me By grace I am saved

My heart is heavy oh dear Lord The walls are closing in on me Nothing seems to be working out Everything is not making sense Oh Lord hear me I pray today Have grace and mercy on me Restore love, hope and peace In my life once again oh Lord Why are my dreams shuttering Right before my eyes one by one Help me Lord, hear my cry I pray Answer me with your tender love I want my life back, every single bit Oh dear Lord, complete my family Give me that job that I so long for Make me whole once again, I pray