| Just when I thought I was strong
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| Another weak day comes along
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| And all my righteousness goes wrong
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| But I was doing so well
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| My dreams to be a Godly man
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| Seem out of reach of my own hand
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| But where I fall short, His grace still stands
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| If I have faith like a child
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| And if Monday’s child is fair of face
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| And Tuesday’s child is full of grace
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| Then you can call me Tuesday’s child
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| Like Wednesday’s child, I’m full of woe
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| And Thursday’s child I’ve got far to go
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| But you can call me Tuesday’s child
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| Sounds too easy some might say
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| There’s a bigger price to pay
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| But when Jesus have His life away
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| It was once and for all
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| So with more of His grace filling me
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| I more than ever want to be
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| Growing up in purity
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| With the faith of a child
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| And if Monday’s child is fair of face
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| And Tuesday’s child is full of grace
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| Then you can call me Tuesday’s child
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| Like Wednesday’s child, I’m full of woe
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| And Thursday’s child I’ve got far to go
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| But you can call me Tuesday’s child
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| That’s what I want to be
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| Full of His grace for me
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| Knowing He’s all I need
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| And if Monday’s child is fair of face
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| And Tuesday’s child is full of grace
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| Then you can call me Tuesday’s child
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| Like Wednesday’s child, I’m full of woe
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| And Thursday’s child I’ve got far to go
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| But you can call me Tuesday’s child
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| Sharing the grace He gives
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| That’s how I want to live
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| Free in His promises
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| I want to be Tuesday’s child |