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Desert Cry


Men are wicked, God understands.

How are we going to make it?

Lend me your hand.

When times get tough look up to the sky.

God's the only one that can make the desert cry.

Why do we run to things that don't matter?

A book or a song can't help the matter.

Why dwell on things if they aren't gonna last?

Just look up to the sky and you'll make it past.

When your bullies gotta grasp, he'll comfort you.

When you don't think you can make it, he'll pull you through.

When your worries have grown wild, he will disperse the pile.

He's here for you, just give him a chance.

Why do you keep running when you could dance?

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