By V.J Wakefield
I know that you hear me pray.
From the black of night to the light of day.
You freed me from all my fears,
and now know you are here.
I know that you hear my weak voice
that was screaming from all the world’s noise.
Those who look to you for help will radiate with joy on their face.
Because we know that our Father’s in this place.
And you will save and have saved me from all my troubles.
In corners and the dark and places where it might spark and bubble