| Sometimes your calling, comes in dreams
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| Sometimes it comes in the Spirit’s breeze
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| You reach for the deepest hope in me
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| And call out for the things of eternity
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| But I’m a man, of dust and stains
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| You move in me, so I can say
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| Here I am, Lord send me
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| All of my life, I make an offering
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| Here I am, Lord send me
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| Somehow my story, Is a part of your plan
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| Here I am
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| When setbacks and failures, and upset plans
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| Test my faith and leave me with empty hands
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| Are you not the closest when it’s hardest to stand?
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| I know that you will finish what you began
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| These broken parts you redeem
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| Become the song, that I can sing
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| Here I am, Lord send me
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| All of my life, I make an offering
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| Here I am, Lord send me
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| Somehow my story, Is a part of your plan
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| Here I am
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| Overwhelmed by the thought of my weakness
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| And the fear that I’ll fail you in the end
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| In this mess, I’m just one of the pieces
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| I can’t put this together but you can
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| Here I am, Lord send me
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| I wanna live my life as an offering
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| Here I am, Lord send me
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| Somehow my story, Is part of your plan
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| Here I am
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| Here I am, all my life an offering to you, to you
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| Somehow my story, Is a part of your plan
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| Here I am |