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MY SOUL CRIES OUT

My soul cries out to Jesus
Touch me Lord
My soul cries out to Jesus
Save me Lord
Shelter me from the storm
My soul cries out to Jesus
Make me yours Lord
Help me to do Your will and not my own.
My soul cries out to Jesus
Renew my mind, create in me
A clean heart and pure thoughts.
My soul cries out to Jesus,
Mold me Lord into the person
You always intended me to be.
My soul cries out to Jesus
Open my eyes Lord that I may see.
My soul cries out to Jesus, strengthen me Lord.
My soul cries out to Jesus,
I need you Lord
I need you to be Lord of my life.
My soul cries out to Jesus
Guide me Lord, teach me Your ways.
Open doors and clear paths
That I may move in my destiny.
My soul cries out to Jesus
Bless me Lord to be a blessing to others
Help me to treat others with love and compassion.
My soul cries out to Jesus
I'm yours Lord, I submit to Your will.
Submitted by S.L. Atkins

COON HUNTIN' MAN

My Willie is a huntin' man
He thinks he's Daniel Boone
Tracking through the woods
Intent on catching a coon.
His pride and joy, his two dogs
Coon hounds, you know,
And every Saturday night
They go huntin' rain or snow.
He loves to hear their yodellin'
When they hit upon a trail
And knows from their barks
They've treed without fail.
I know they love my Willie
In all the ways dogs do
And the way he brags about them,
I know he loves them, too.
They have such good times huntin'
Or just settin' on some logs,
I think I'm a little jealous
Playin' second fiddle to his dogs!
by Dorothy Miller Birdwell