O Jesus hear my cry
My tears start to fly
The sorrow and the pain
By those I suffer for from disdain
Is getting worse as time goes by
I warned this would come so sly
But their hearts are hard
With me standing guard
I offer my daily suffering
So count me on your ring
Redemptive to the core
See you standing on the shore

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