[HOOK:]
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I wanna see more of Him
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Cause I'm sick of more of me
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I'm a be like Zacchae
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In that Sycamore tree
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I wanna see more of Him
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Cause I'm sick of more of me
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Lord I promise (I promise) I promise
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[Repeat]
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[VERSE:]
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Prior to Jesus' life death and re-re-Resurrection
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Having any affect on me left me in deception
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Because the God of this world Satan blinded my mind
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From seeing the light of the gospel of the glory of God
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But then a miracle happened
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We-we call it conversion
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He opened the eyes of my blind heart and led me to worship
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Gotta a peek at His beauty as He opened the crack
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That captivated my nature and kept me coming back
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He gave me taste buds to taste of freedom to love
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And to delight in His loving kindness through Jesus' blood
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And every since repentance I done been on this chase
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To drink from this freedom fountain through His infinite grace
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Namely seeking His face
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Cause He removed the veil
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Knocked me off my high horse and removed the scales
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Now I've been exposed to His glorious light
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That shines into the darkness in my heart and I'm like...
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[HOOK:]
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I wanna see more of Him
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Cause I'm sick of more of me
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I'm a be like Zacchae
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In that Sycamore tree
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I wanna see more of Him
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Cause I'm sick of more of me
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Lord I promise (I promise) I promise
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[Repeat]
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[VERSE:]
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Listen...
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Though I'm a Christian my vision sometimes even get blurred
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When I'm resisting His visits and not reading His Word
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Desperate need to be purged
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Easy to lose the wonder
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Through these daily distractions banging louder than thunder
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When I devalue my Savior and start treasuring trash
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And longing for mud patches thinking it's greener grass
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Exchanging eternal pleasures for the ones that's going to pass
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Looking for 'em to satisfy but they lie never last
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When captivated and activated by my deceitful lust
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Is a lack of faith in my Father's grace and I need to place my trust
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In everything that my Father is and everything that He supplied
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Through the perfect life of His Son
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Death and resurrection of Christ
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And I know I got to trust Him
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All this sin I got to trust Him
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World that we in I got to trust Him
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How I'm going to live if I just brush Him
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Knowing that my heart is mad disgusting
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Knowing that the Father had to crush
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Yes just so we can be free
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Please give me eyes to see
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[HOOK:]
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I wanna see more of Him
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Cause I'm sick of more of me
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I'm a be like Zacchae
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In that Sycamore tree
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I wanna see more of Him
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Cause I'm sick of more of me
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Lord I promise (I promise) I promise
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[Repeat]
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[VERSE:]
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Lord
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See I'm reminded in my mind in my brother Zacchaeus
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Who took some desperate measures just so that He could see Jesus
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As joy accompanied the faith that He felt in his soul
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That made me question myself, how far am I willing to go?
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What am I willing to get rid of so I can get close?
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And closer and closer Lord, fill me with Your Holy Ghost
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Pour out Your Spirit empower me in increasing measures
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To see Your uniqueness instead of these fleet-fleeting pleasures
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Give me greater capacities to suffer and to carry
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This cross on my back as I walk to my personal Calvary
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And climb on the cross oh Lord as I stretch out my arms
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Quoting the Psalms as they banging them nails in my palms
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Until I die cause I was crucified with my Savior
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And resurrected now I can reflect it in my behavior
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A new nature to taste and savor Jesus the Christ
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Who brought me out of the darkness to His marvelous light
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[HOOK:]
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I wanna see more of Him
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Cause I'm sick of more of me
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I'm a be like Zacchae
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In that Sycamore tree
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I wanna see more of Him
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Cause I'm sick of more of me
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Lord I promise (I promise) I promise
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[Repeat]
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