The wind carried words through the sky that blew thee,
Lying on a velvet swing,
Swinging under a tree,
Whilst waiting for the King,
The king we all know ,
He, that sent his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.”
He who wants us to communicate with Him through prayer. He always listens to us when we pray.

I called for him,
I yelled at him,
Whilst waiting for him to hear my cry ,
At a time of deep despair, intense struggle and overwhelming adversity,
I called on the king's name
I said to him "my God, why hast thou forsaken me?"
cried with a loud voice, I said, Father, into thy hands I commend my spirit:
For I your daughter have been wronged in the world,

It is said "The Lord is far from the wicked, but he hears the prayers of the righteous."
Lying on a velvet swing,
Swinging under a tree,
Whilst waiting for the King,


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