Answer me whe I cry, Lord,
by Iwavva Dum
Take me to a high place when my sin brings me down!
Have mercy on me.
Have mercy on this splitted, weak and
For I am nothing but clay,
Gathered and molded by You – but clay!
Look at me! I am small and insignifiant,
A grain of sand in the desert,
I thirst for You,
I crave for Your heart!
Answer me when I cry, Lord!