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Just when I thought I was strong |
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Another weak day comes along |
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And all my righteousness goes wrong |
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But I was doing so well |
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My dreams to be a Godly man |
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Seem out of reach of my own hand |
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But where I fall short, His grace still stands |
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If I have faith like a child |
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And if Monday's child is fair of face |
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And Tuesday's child is full of grace |
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Then you can call me Tuesday's child |
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Like Wednesday's child, I'm full of woe |
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And Thursday's child I've got far to go |
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But you can call me Tuesday's child |
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Sounds too easy some might say |
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There's a bigger price to pay |
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But when Jesus have His life away |
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It was once and for all |
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So with more of His grace filling me |
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I more than ever want to be |
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Growing up in purity |
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With the faith of a child |
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And if Monday's child is fair of face |
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And Tuesday's child is full of grace |
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Then you can call me Tuesday's child |
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Like Wednesday's child, I'm full of woe |
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And Thursday's child I've got far to go |
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But you can call me Tuesday's child |
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That's what I want to be |
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Full of His grace for me |
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Knowing He's all I need |
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And if Monday's child is fair of face |
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And Tuesday's child is full of grace |
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Then you can call me Tuesday's child |
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Like Wednesday's child, I'm full of woe |
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And Thursday's child I've got far to go |
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But you can call me Tuesday's child |
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Sharing the grace He gives |
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That's how I want to live |
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Free in His promises |
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I want to be Tuesday's child |
