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As each day passes by, |
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I feel my love run dry. |
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I get so weary, worn, |
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And tossed around in the storm. |
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Well I'm blind to all His needs, |
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And I'm tired of planting seeds. |
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I seem to have a wealth, |
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Of so many thoughts about myself. |
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I want to, I need to, be more like Jesus. |
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I want to, I need to, be more like Him. |
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Our Father's will was done, |
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By giving us His Son, |
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Who paid the highest cost, |
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To point us to the cross. |
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And when I think of Him, |
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Taking on the whole world's sin, |
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I take one look at me, |
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Compared to what I'm called to be. |
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I want to, I need to, be more like Jesus. |
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I want to, I need to, be more like Him. |
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Remember, there's no greater love, |
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Then to lay down your life for a friend. |
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The end of all my prayers, |
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Is to care like my Lord cares. |
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My one and only goal |
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His image in my soul. |
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Yes my weakness is revealed, |
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When by His stripes I'm healed. |
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He's faithful and He's true, |
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To complete the work he begins in you. |