Text: Issakar. The Times. A Child's Cry.

A precious little girl stood outside her parent's door
She could not understand why they fought so much and swore
She closed her eyes and prayed, she asked for something more
She asked the Lord, "What's life worth living for?"
A single little tear, fell from her eye
And then the Lord replied, "This is why."
"You're my little girl, you're the apple of My eye."
"Come to Me my child, My arms are open wide."

A child's cry
A child's cry for her Father
A child's cry
A child's cry

A tiny little boy on the street all alone
He had no one to love, no place he called his home
He fell to his knees, only one thing he asked for
He asked not for the world, just an open door
And as he knelt in prayer, he looked up to see
A hand open to him, the hand of King
The Lord cried, "You're my little boy, you're the child whom I adore."
"One day you'll be with me, with me forevermore."

A child's cry
A child's cry for his father
A child's cry
A child's cry

I am on my knees, tears roll down my face
I ask my Father for, mercy and grace
I never thought someone could love me this much
That all changed when I felt my Father's touch