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My flesh is tired of seeking god, |
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But on my knees i'll stay. |
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I want to be a pleasing child, |
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Until that final day. |
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My mind is full of many thoughts |
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That clutter and confuse. |
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But standing firm, i will prevail, |
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In faith that i'll be used. |
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Amen! i'm asking once again. |
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Won't you help me my friend, lord jesus. |
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Holy lord spirit, set us free, |
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From chains we cannot see, |
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Come release us. |
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I wrestle not with flesh and blood, |
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My fight is with the one, |
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Who lost the keys of hell and death, |
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To god's most precious son. |
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One sleepless night of anguished prayer, |
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I triumphed over sin. |
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One battle in the holy war, |
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God's promised me to win. |
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Amen! i'm asking once again. |
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Won't you help me my friend, lord jesus. |
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Holy, lord spirit, set us free, |
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From chains we cannot see, |
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Come release us. |
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My flesh is tired of seeking god, |
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But on my knees i'll stay. |
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I want to be a pleasing child, |
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Until that final day. |
