I Cry Out


	I Cry Out I cry out to my forgiving Savior each time I sin anew, Please, blot out my transgressions cleanse my heart through and through. Reach down from Heaven, my Lord raise my spirits from the muck and grime, Heal my broken wings so to wondrous heights once again I may climb. Don’t let me stray to far; guide me back like a good shepherd of his flock, Then, tell me one more time about the door only You can unlock. Strengthen me when I’m weak comfort me when I’m down, Guide me, oh Light of the world to trade my cross for a crown. JRS © 6-3-02 The "Okie" Poet All poems copyrighted ã1997-... Spring Creations The "Okie" Poet All Rights Reserved