I hear a cry from in her heart. A cry that pleads don't tear apart,
the love and grace I need to see, not what your anger teaches me.
I hear the tears stream down her face and raise my hands to God's in grace.
And cry for wisdom in my heart and plead that He will now impart.
The love and grace she needs to see from anger, hate, to be set free.
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