Being of Acquaintance
A friend asked me for a favorSince I was who I was
And with whom I knew
Being of acquaintance
With the Lord our God
My friend asked me to pray
For they were lost and didn't know
How to be found
Though I kept my promise
I also told him
That he could pray too
So we did and he thanked me
For being of acquaintance
With the Lord our God
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