I lift my voice to sing a praise,
But still a praise won’t come
The world is lost in sorrow now
Bitter, bleak and glum
I know there’re praises to be sung
And that I should find some
But right now I can’t find the words
My mind is cold and numb.
But praises find their own way out
And sorrow too will die
So I will lift my voice and sing
Then bow my head and cry.
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