| The two best prayers I know
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| Either one is always apropos
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| Like my oldest friends
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| They know just what to say
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| Some days my cup of blessing fills
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| Other days I trip and when it spills
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| I’m not guessing either way
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| I know just what to pray
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| Help me, help me, thank You, thank You
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| Whether you’re riding high or feeling low
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| These are the two best prayers I know
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| Help me and thank You
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| The more life I live I find
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| The two prayers intertwine
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| Like my fingers do
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| When I bow my head to pray
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| Blessings can be so confusing
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| Winning when I think I’m losing
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| The wounds of yesterday
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| Might be my saving grace today
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| Help me, help me, thank You, thank You
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| Whether you’re riding high or feeling low
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| These are the two best prayers I know
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| Help me and thank You
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| With eyes wide open at the wonder of it all
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| Or with broken wings when I’m spinning in free fall
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| 'Hallelujah, deliver me'
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| They’re rising up inside of me
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| Rolling off my tongue
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| Before I thought to bid them come |