| Loud is the world that always bleeds through
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| A tainted replacement for that which is true
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| And I let it hold me and whisper it’s lies
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| It feeds what is dead in this flesh I despise
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| Yet there’s a light in this smothering black
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| That guides and revives and provides what I lack
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| But as soon as I find once again I am lost
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| Drowning in waves of temptation I’m tossed, I’m tossed
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| Always falling under the layers of deceit
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| The enemy before me grabbing at my feet
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| And I reach for the hand of the Savior I know
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| He lifts me up as the world slips below
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| Soon yet another temptation appears
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| I’m pulled through the test by a Father who cares
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| But blinded by pride once again I concede
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| Upon all my hidden desires I feed, I feed
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| Pour Your grace on me for I am weak but I believe
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| I need to be free of everything that comes between my Father and me
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| Pour Your grace on me for I am weak but I believe
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| I need to be free of everything that comes between my Father and me |