Wash Away
Melodies carry through the breeze
As children cry out, saying, "Please!
Please Lord help is in our sorrow,
Let angels carry us through the morrow."
They sing in chorus to the tune
As their angelic voices fill the room.
All weight of sorrow and tears of pain
Wash away in cold, dark rain.
Smiles return to the children's faces
As God unfurls His abundant graces.
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