How can you not be overwhelmed
By all who call your name?How do you keep track of them all,
Treat great and small the same?
For each voice that calls out to you
Is precious to your ear,
Their pleas rise as a rushing wind
And yet, each voice you hear.
I feel so lost at just the few
Demands life makes of me,
I cannot fathom how you hear
And answer every plea.
But I am grateful that you do
For, though my voice is small,
I whisper my payers to you.
Oh Lord, please hear me call.
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