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So you turned the water into wine

why not heal the sick,heal the blind



Why not help us with our pain and sorrow

why is your promices always for tomorrow.



Years we have struggled but you do not see

tomorrow never comes,atleast not for me.



Do you hear my prayers,do you hear me call

do you know that were here,do you know me at all



hear my plea,hear my cry speak to me once

before i die show me you are real,show

me that you care so the turmoil in my life

i can bear...