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Lord, Lord you know I tried/ |
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When I should have been strong I cried/ |
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When I should have helped I walked on by/ |
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When I should have told the truth I straight up lied/ |
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I know your love has set me free/ |
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But I keep on putting you back on that tree/ |
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Oh Lord, Have your mercy on me/ |
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Loving father put your grace on me, on me/ |
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Put Grace on me, on me |
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Put Grace on me, on me |
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Put Grace on me, on me |
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Loving Father |
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Put your Mercy on me, on me |
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Put your Mercy on me, on me |
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Put your Mercy on me, on me |
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Loving Father |
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Put your Mercy on me, on me |
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Tre's nerves are bubbling, juggling jobs, avoid hustling |
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Hard trusting in God- because now he's struggling |
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TV's throwing lust at him, Corners boys punking him |
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Wife wants to fuss with him, LORD keep touching him |
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He might return to street life, But he'll fight will all he can |
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Cause if they test him again, He would hate to have kill a man |
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The pressure he can't handle it, he's lost ways to channel it |
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He might black out, then he ends up back in anger management |
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His common problem is his values aren't- matching his wallet |
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He's praying but still jobless, his faith used to keep him honest |
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He's got visions of bad decisions that are void of the godly wisdom |
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So this one bad decision will most likely land him in prison |
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So a week from now, He'll be at a bank in town |
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He'll be yelling get down, with some other clowns, waving a gun around |
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He'll succeed ducking the cops and leaving with profits |
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But he'll have problems dodging all the guilt that's working on his conscience |
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Jane's feeling the pain, like razors are in her vein |
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Last year the cancer came, and now her life has changed |
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Chemo and pain killers, the disdain gets realer |
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Her Hope becomes thinner, from all the news that they give her |
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She taking the news with caution, 'cause she knows the Lord is awesome |
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But often she pauses, of the losses and of what death cost us |
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Is it worth fighting she nauseous, plus the hospital charges |
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She's heard there's light in the tunnel but all she sees is Darkness |
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No one is feeling her burden, they just keep giving her sermons |
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If they listened with more discernment, they could tell that she's hurting |
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Her speech is just an illusion, she's scared of the end conclusion |
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If she shares her doubt- she feels her image may be ruined |
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Shes holding her fears in, tears in, She'll be dead by years end |
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Shes not thinking through how God forgives sins |
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Until then her nights are long, as she is faking strong |
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In the corner of her heart, This will be her song, sing |
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How often we go thru the motions, up and down rollercoasting |
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Scared to admit were hurting, nervous thoughts of perversion |
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This culture we've built is perfect, were saying his death was worthless |
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Not to concerned with His worship as along as we do our churchin |
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We're decorating our person, just to continue lies |
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Or shortcomings we hide is with a shallow disguise |
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To prove we got it together, to make it seem like were better |
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Than friends, fam, whoever, we take some extreme measures |
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We have a desire to add, to the grace that we have |
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We're never content with our lives, we operate in pride |
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We hate to seem dependent, but that's the way that He intended |
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Humans made in His image, built to live in the tension |
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Learn wisdom, we were distant his love we didn't deserve it |
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We confess that we're worthless, then break our backs to earn it |
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Without you I'm, helpless, weak, my existence is bleak |
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I refuse to proceed without Your grace and mercy on me |
