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MY PEOPLE CARRY BURDENS,
THEIR PROBLEMS HEAVY BE.
I SEE YOUR WOUNDED SPIRITS,
AND WEEP AND PRAY FOR THEE.
I WISH FOR YOU MY PEOPLE,
AS FOR MY CHILDREN AND WIFE,
THAT I COULD WIPE THE HURTS AWAY,
ERASE THE TOIL AND STRIFE.
I TELL YOU ABOUT HEAVEN,
HOW JESUS LOVES YOU SO;
BUT LIFE IS HERE STILL WEIGHTY,
AND WITH SORROW WE MUST GO.
I KNOW YOU CARRY FEELINGS
AND THINK THAT NO ONE CARES.
I SEE THE PAIN IN YOUR LIVES,
THE BURDENS YOUR HEART BEARS.
YOUR PREACHER CARES ABOUT IT,
AND PRAYS FOR YOU EACH DAY,
THAT GOD WOULD HELP YOU THROUGH IT,
AND LEAD YOU IN HIS WAY.
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THE DEVIL WANTS TO TELL YOU,
WHILE STORM IS PASSING BY,
THAT SUNSHINE IS FOREVER GONE,
JUST BLACKNESS IN YOUR SKY.
DON'T BELIEVE A WORD HE SAYS.
ALL HE KNOWS IS LIES.
DON'T LET HIM GET YOU TO DESPAIR;
I KNOW HE SURELY TRIES.
I'D LIKE TO HAVE JUST THE WORD
TO MAKE YOUR SMILE REMAIN:
TO GET YOU IN GOD'S WORD AGAIN,
AND TRUST HIM WITH YOUR PAIN.
SOMEDAY WE'LL LEAVE IT ALL BEHIND
CAUGHT UP TO MEET OUR KING;
WHERE NO MORE STORMS AND SORROWS
CAN STEAL THE JOY OF SPRING.
PLEASE KEEP YOUR EYES ON JESUS,
YOU'RE GONNA MAKE IT THROUGH;
AND WHEN YOU'RE TIRED, REMEMBER,
YOUR PREACHER CARES FOR YOU!
BRO. MARK BULLEN
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