1. Jesus, when I call to you, come and hear my cry.
Jesus, for your mercy’s sake, come and hear my cry.
When my days are full of pain, come and hear my cry.

When my heart is sore and bruised, come and hear my cry.

Come and hear the troubles that I feel, know the hurting, listen to my heart.

2. When I’m searching and confused, come and hear my cry.
When my days seem meaningless, come and hear my cry.

When I’m angry and let down, come and hear my cry.
When my heart tastes bitterness, come and hear my cry.

(Repeat chorus; then first four lines of v.1)

© 1995 Grace Simpson & Robin Mann

Thanks ...

Last Monday, November 19, I got back home after a 4 week trip, mostly in Queensland.Only possible because of
Ray Shillabeer.
He's been my driver for the past 7½ years, for trips to Victoria, ACT, NSW and Queensland. He likes to label himself as 'Ray the Roadie', but he's a lot more than that. For the churches & schools I've sung at, we both set up the sound gear - the amps, guitars et al. He then retires to a back seat, while I sing & play. Afterwards, at schools, we take the gear down together. But at churches, he looks after the gear, while I talk with people & sell CDs & books. We get to stay with people most places , & we both love meeting people, enjoying their terrific hospitality.
This trip was his swan-song. I know he's enjoyed the driving & meeting people, but I still don't know how to say thank you. In his modest, self deprecating way, he'd reject the label of 'Servant of Christ', but he's been that for me, & together we've been able to serve people in many places.