This week, I prayed, one time
My phone, it rang, I put You on the other line
And now my thoughts they drift around
My knees remain unacquainted with the ground
Unless my faith is put to the test and I am forced to bow
Althought I'm in this flesh it doesn't mean You should have the best
From me, from me

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Even when my eyes are dry
Even when my soul is tired
Even when my hands are heavy
I will lift them up to You
It's not about how I feel
Oh, Lord I am here for you
I exist for you

I close my eyes but all I see
Is a background of black, bouncy squiggly lines
And this week's mistakes come back to mind but
I will life my voice and make a joyful sound
Forget about me, I only get me down
Althought I cannot see it doesn't mean I shouldn't sing to You, to You

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You've given me Your life and have held mine together yet I find
Excuses to slouch in my pew
But when glory devine
Is sitting in my very presence, the least that I can do
Is give my all to You, give my all to You

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