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This week, |
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I prayed, one time |
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My phone, it rang, |
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I put You on the other line |
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And now my thoughts they drift around |
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My knees remain unacquainted with the ground |
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Unless my faith is put to the test and |
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I am forced to bow |
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Although I'm in this flesh it doesn't mean |
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You shouldn't have the best from me, from me [Chorus:] |
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Even when my eyes are dry even when my soul is tired even when my hands are heavy, |
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I will lift them up to |
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You It's not about how |
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I feel, oh |
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Lord I am here for |
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You (oh) I exist for you |
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I close my eyes but all |
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I see Is a background of black, bouncy squiggly lines |
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And this week's mistakes coming back to mind but |
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I will lift my voice and make a joyful sound |
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Forget about me, |
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I only get me down |
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Although I cannot see it doesn't mean |
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I shouldn't sing to |
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You, to You |
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Even when my eyes are dry even when my soul is tired even when my hands are heavy, |
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I will lift them up to |
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You It's not about how |
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I feel, oh |
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Lord I am here for |
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You (oh) I exist for you |
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You've given me |
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Your life and have held mine together yet |
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I find Excuses to slouch in my pew |
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But when glory divine |
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Is sitting in my very presence, the least that |
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I can do Is give my all to |
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You, give my all to |
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You, oh Even when my eyes are dry (even when my soul is tired) even when my hands are heavy, |
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I will lift them up to |
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You It's not about how |
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I feel, oh |
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Lord I am here for |
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You (oh) I exist for you |
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Even when my eyes are dry, even when my soul is so tired |
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I won't leave my hands down by my side, |
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I'll lift them up to |
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You It's not about how |
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I feel, oh |
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Lord I am here for |
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You (oh) ' |
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Cause you are here for me |
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This is what |
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I was made to do (oh) (I exist for you) |
