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On the verge of giving up, I was barley hanging on, at the end of my rope to afraid of letting go that I cried out to God. I said help me be strong, you know my soul is tired but please dont let me fall. Carry me over this mountain carry me over this hill, Im to weak let me drink from your fountain give me the strength to press to too Zion. COME ON AND CARRY ME CARRY ME. YOU ARE THE SHEPARD OF MY SOUL YOU KNOW THE DEEPEST PART OF ME. EVERYTIME I FEEL ALONE YOU SURROUND ME WITH YOUR PEACE, YOUR MY SHELTER FROM THE STORM,I CAN ALWAYS RUN TO YOU. PLEASE VHOLD ME IN YOUR ARMS AND WALK A MILE IN MY SHOES. CARRY ME OVER THIS MOUNTAIN CARRY MEOVER THIS HILL.
Posted on: Sat, 19 Oct 2013 11:00:10 +0000

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