I wake up some mornings With anger as I rise Grumble at the sunshine Complain about my life
I have been ungrateful My words have been unkind I am sometimes thoughtless And I am often blind
But like a child in a summer rain I'll receive Your grace With outstretched arms And an upturned face Soak me through, flood my soul Wash me clean and make me whole I stand in need, I am in need of Your grace
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My faith gets dry and dusty The seeds of hope unused My feet grow slow and weary My mind gets so confused
I am so unworthy That I tremble at Your name My soul is like a desert My heart is full of shame
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