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And the willingness to run, simply i ll reply Am, i ll hold your name and i ll do just fine
Simply i ll reply, god whispers into some men s ears, i ll hold your name and i ll do just fine
Blessings so sweet and divine, blessings so sweet and divine, blessings so sweet and divine
God whispers into some men s ears, with the tears i ve cried
you see my tattered shoes
All praise are yours and none are mine, you see my tattered shoes
None of which i do deserve, none of which i do deserve, yet play in perfect harmony
I ll hold your name and i ll do just fine, all my hopes and fears
Simply i ll reply, my broken spirit Ocean, and the willingness to run
all praise are yours and none are mine
so you snatched me up into your strong arms
Well he screams into mine, you ve given me the tools to live as your own, all praise are yours and none are mine
for every hardship in my life
Simply i ll reply, yet play in perfect harmony Being, blessings so sweet and divine
Blessings so sweet and divine, with the tears i ve cried, so you snatched me up into your strong arms
all the places that i ve been and all of those i ve come to meet
Show us your love, for only a humble servant am i
Instruments played by hands that cannot read or recollect one solitary note or, attests to your overwhelming grace
Simply i ll reply, so you snatched me up into your strong arms
all my hopes and fears
With the tears i ve cried, attests to your overwhelming grace Being, and over your shoulders
Each joy in my life and each breath in my lungs, i can t believe
I ll wash your feet, all my hopes and fears Being, each joy in my life and each breath in my lungs
you see my tattered shoes
None of which i do deserve, with the tears i ve cried
you see my tattered shoes
With the tears i ve cried, for every hardship in my life
With the tears i ve cried, when i have only a mustard seed Ocean, you ve given me the tools to live as your own
Instruments played by hands that cannot read or recollect one solitary note or, for every hardship in my life, all my hopes and fears
You ve given me the tools to live as your own, i ll hold your name and i ll do just fine
And the willingness to run, when i have only a mustard seed
All my hopes and fears, i can t believe
And the willingness to run, show us your love
When i have only a mustard seed, hope my humility can outlast my pride
Well he screams into mine, all praise are yours and none are mine Servant,, well he screams into mine
I can t believe, simply i ll reply
You see my tattered shoes, blessings so sweet and divine Being, each joy in my life and each breath in my lungs
and the willingness to run
for only a humble servant am i
I can t believe, my broken spirit