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Lord, I don't know what to say; |
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As I get down on my knees to pray, |
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The same old phrases come to mind, |
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But You've heard them all a thousand times. |
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It's not that it's untrue when I say "Lord, I love You", |
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It's just that I want it to be more. |
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More than words, I want my prayer to be |
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More than words, thoughts my heart alone can speak; |
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As you listen to me tell of all Your power and mercy, |
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Lord, You know it's my desire that what You hear is more than words. |
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As I open up this Book, |
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And read of all the love it took |
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For a holy God to care for man; |
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Spirit, help me understand. |
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It's not that it's unclear, it's a letter to children, |
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But Lord I know it's meant to be much more. |
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More than words, not just letters on a page; |
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More than words, for every line and every phrase |
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Was a breath of inspiration from a caring Father |
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Who gave the gift of His Son to prove He loved us more than words. |
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As I consider quietly the wonder of all Your ability, |
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It's more than I can comprehend, and I find myself in need again; |
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But if I had every word and a thousand years to use them, |
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What You are to me would still be more, oh, so much more, more than words. |