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Manoling Francisco, SJ
Scorebook: Hindi Kita Malilimutan
Lord, I walked one cold night and heard the wind call my name.
I closed my ears, still I heard the call of the wind from within.
Lord, I'm weak and small. What can I do for You, my Lord?
I fear to be called, to behold Jerusalem awaiting me.
Lord, I heard My name, and in shame I turned away.
But I felt so cold to be far from my Lord, far from You, my Lord.
Lord, I hear my name. Now I go before You, my Lord.
If it is Your will, let it be, let it be. Let me be what You will.
Let me do Your will.
