I beg of you to pray for me
I’m going through a struggle
Can you not feel? can you not see?
I feel I will soon stumble
I feel the lash upon my back
The prison is now my home
There is so much that I do lack
And there are times I groan
But, praise the Lord, He’s in control
The strength to always still believe
Keep Christ as your prize and joy.
I beg of you to pray for me.