Walking with you is not without hazards
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Trippings this traveler's curse
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Price paid for falling is more than my stumble
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In a world that is watching and waiting for words
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But I listened when You said to go
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And I set out in spite of my fears
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About truth mixed with my imperfection
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And the question of what to say when I got here
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And now that I'm here
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Should I tell them that
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You are the one who has made me
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And saved me and set up a home there inside
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Should I tell them that I am a perfect example
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Of all You can do with a life.
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What should I say to them?
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What if I'm failing them?
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What should i tell the tonight?
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Now don't get me wrong
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I'm thankful to be here
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With this song to sing and a spotlight on me,
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But lately I'm wondering if you are mistaken,
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If you're seeing all of me there is to see.
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Cause on every face I detect
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The same questions I've posed to you
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Like do you speak through the imperfect
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Are we too dirty for your light to get through?
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I want your light to get through.
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What should I tell them when
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They're thirsty Lord
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My cup is empty Lord
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Come and lead me here in this place
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Cuz I'm unashamed, but I'm unprepared
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And I'm just plain afraid
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Should I Tell Them
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| Shaun Groves |
