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My Father’s Daughter

Father, I’m thirsty
Please help me drink
Or surely back into
The pit I’ll sink

Father, I’m hungry
Please help me eat
To fill the void
Where sin repeats

Father, I’m eager
Please help me hear
So I won’t fall back
Into the arms of fear

Father, I’m seeking
Please help me find
My way through confusion
To Your peace of mind

Father, I’m asking
Please help me receive
The life You promise
To all who believe

Father, I’m trying
To do as You say
But it’s a battle 
Every hour, every day

Please help me remember
That I’m Your girl
And greater are You in me
Than he that’s in the world
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