My flesh is tired of seeking God,
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But on my knees I'll stay.
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I want to be a pleasing child,
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Until that final day.
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My mind is full of many thoughts
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That clutter and confuse.
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But standing firm, I will prevail,
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In faith that I'll be used.
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Amen! I'm asking once again.
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Won't you help me my friend, Lord Jesus.
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Holy Lord Spirit, set us free,
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From chains we cannot see,
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Come release us.
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I wrestle not with flesh and blood,
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My fight is with the one,
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Who lost the keys of hell and death,
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To God's most precious son.
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One sleepless night of anguished prayer,
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I triumphed over sin.
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One battle in the Holy war,
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God's promised me to win.
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Amen! I'm asking once again.
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Won't you help me my friend, Lord Jesus.
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Holy, Lord Spirit, set us free,
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From chains we cannot see,
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Come release us.
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My flesh is tired of seeking God,
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But on my knees I'll stay.
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I want to be a pleasing child,
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Until that final day.
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Until That Final Day
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| Keith Green |
