I hear the groans echoing throughout the world
I am driven to the secret place of prayer
Bend my knees and cries are growing louder
Moans and cries terrify my spirit
Hearing many cries, my soul is spilled in the secret place
Demonic oppression and torture
The world bleeds of pain
Claims to heal their wounds
Terror is established in my mind
Show me your heart, God!
Show me your heart, God!
Show me your heart, God!
Hearing many cries, my soul is spilled in the secret place
Lord, send thy help
There are a multitude that cries out
Our souls cry out for you
Thy light alone can guide us
Hearing many cries, my soul is spilled in the secret place
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