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Lord, you put me in this spot, I asked you to help me choose my lot; And now my child is way out there, Searching for an answer I can not spare. She cannot deal with the dad you gave, To his problem, we're all a slave; The pain he's hurt me with so long, Is hitting her, and that's all wrong. I've begged and pleaded, prayed and cried, There's nothing that I have not tried; So why won't You step in this day, And put our suffering all away. |
