Crying Travailing (the Believers Song) / Come Take Us Home

So often I find myself slipping
In little things, you may think it doesn't matter
But when I come into His holy presence
His life reveals my life and shows me where I'm wrong.

Crying, travailing, oh Lord hear our prayer,
Crying, travailing, oh Lord come take us home.

O, this life on earth is only a shadow.
And the Bride of Christ is longing for the morning
When the King of Kings is coming in power
To see Him face to face, His glory will behold.

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