| When I do things my way for pride or for show
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| Deep down within me, I know, yes, I know
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| When I hurt others with things I say or do
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| With remorse, my voice calls out to you
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| It’s me, Lord, I’m asking what I’m worth
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| Just a man made from clay to return to the earth
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| Through shame, I hear you whisper you may walk through down in Hell
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| But faith can still move mountains, amazing grace has never failed
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| When I want to do right, I do wrong anyway
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| But Jesus, I love you always, yes, always
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| You made it alone on Calvary, and you hold my hand
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| Alone, I can’t make it, but with you, I can
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| It’s me, Lord, I’m asking what I’m worth
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| Just a man made from clay to return to the earth
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| Through shame, I hear you whisper you may walk through down in Hell
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| But faith can still move mountains, amazing grace has never failed |