| I’ve exhausted every possible solution
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| I’ve tried every last game there is to play
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| In this search for the Christ-like perfection
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| I’m convinced I’ve only left my God ashamed
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| I cry I wonder can He hear my despair
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| Afraid to lift my hands afraid He doesn’t care
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| And if He answers and I fall again
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| Can I still be his daughter can I still depend on him?
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| When I’m down I search every mistake
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| I’m looking for new regrets
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| Sometimes I forget, I forget
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| That His grace is sufficient for me
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| That it’s deeper and wider than I can conceive
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| His Grace is sufficient for me
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| My convictions seem to fade with desperation
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| My hope declines with each and every tear
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| My sin, an anchor and this grace just an illusion
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| The gavel’s heavy and justice is near
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| Up comes the light and finds the stains on my hands
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| Up comes my pride, I hide, I know He won’t understand
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| Because it’s deeper than deep and it’s wider than wide
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| Why did I ever doubt? |
| Now I’m dying inside
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| When I’m down I search every mistake
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| I’m looking for new regrets
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| Sometimes I forget, I forget
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| That His grace is sufficient for me
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| That it’s deeper and wider than I can conceive
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| His Grace is sufficient for me
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| His Grace is sufficient! |