Aletheia



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To you, my rock, I call.
Listen to my prayers.
To you, my rock, I call.
For if you keep silent,
It will be like the pit of Hell.

Hear my cry for mercy,
As I call for help.
I lift my hands toward you,
And I grab a piece of heaven,
When I praise your name.

Praise be to God.
He has heard my cry.
The Lord is my strength,
He is my shield.
My heart leaps for Joy,
As I trust in Him.
I thank Him with this life.