| And I don’t wanna go to your funeral, I’d rather die first
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| But I don’t want you to see me die so I don’t know which one is worse
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| It’s like the lesser of two evils, I know these days are evil
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| So I pray the Lord will guard me from the evil one, he’s schemin'
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| I’ve seen friends turn their back on the Lord
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| It weighs heavy on my shoulders, yet I know the story isn’t over
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| So I’m hoping for the best and keeping my mind sober
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| When my phone rings, I hear the voice of somebody that’s broken
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| And I wanna say I told ya, now it’s too late to listen
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| Running in circles with friends who struggle with addiction
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| Caught in a spider’s web,
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| this life is but a vapor
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| And lust is like a viper waiting in the grass to strike ya
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| I was called to give my life instead of keep it
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| Gotta leave behind my sin if I wanna follow Jesus
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| In our weakness is where the Gospel meets us
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| The beauty of redemption revealed in our broken pieces
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| Shadows cross right over me, right through me
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| And my thankfulness for this life is busted up certainly
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| But you go to the bedrock of my inmost being
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| Sowing seeds of gratefulness you see me
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| God is my rest, but lately I’m losing sleep
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| The Good Shepherd never loses track of his sheep
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| That’s a good thought to ponder when I see so many wander
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| Off road,
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| it makes me wonder how I keep from going under
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| When I’m overwhelmed, I know I’m in over my head
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| Fighting with myself but my opponent is dead
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| How can we win the battle when we burn deeply within?
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| Jesus laid down His rights, I can lay down my sin
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| If He is Lord, all that competes with him loses
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| Only He completes me and cuts through the confusion
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| Of my wants and my needs, my desires and my dreams
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| His love inspires me to lift my thoughts to higher things
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| I was called to give my life instead of keep it
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| There’s nothing worth keeping if it’s keeping us from Jesus
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| In our weakness is where the Gospel meets us
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| The beauty of redemption revealed in broken pieces
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| Shadows cross right over me, right through me
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| And my thankfulness for this life is busted up certainly
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| But you go to the bedrock of my inmost being
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| Sowing seeds of gratefulness you see me
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| Shadows cross right over me, right through me
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| And my thankfulness for this life is busted up certainly
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| But you go to the bedrock of my inmost being
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| Sowing seeds of gratefulness despite my feelings |