Frustrated kneeling on the floor
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Skin and bone against the boards
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nervous brow and sweaty fingers
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Dimpled chin against a fist
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if this is faith, well, this is it
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off the lips and hope belingered
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Whatever I ask for, you'll say you'll give
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on all of this my hope is pinned
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I offer it up, though I can't see
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and all of this, all of this, return to me.
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He discreetly whispers
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Hope to shout, there's no words left
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pray the spirit gets it right
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with all this intercession
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pray that my confession
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will not blind your will to mine
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Whatever I ask for, you'll say you'll give
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on all of this my hope is pinned
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I offer it up, though I can't see
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and all of this, all of this, return to me.
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and I become holy....
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spare the countless hours that
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I have wasted by
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talking to myself
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but a thousand years to you
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is but a day
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that's why I.....
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Whatever I ask for, you'll say you'll give
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on all of this my hope is pinned
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I offer it up, though I can't see
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and all of this, all of this, return to me
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and I become holy....
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Return To Me
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| Jennifer Knapp |
