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My Soul Cries Out

By , Louisville, KY
Release me
O, wretched body
My soul longs for freedom

This carcass that holds me prisoner
Is filled with inability and needs
Promising inevitable death and failure

To have nothing holding me back
To be perfectly sinless in nature
Is what I desperately dream of

Freedom
Cries my soul
Freedom

For I yearn to be with God





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