My eyes are dry
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My faith is old
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My heart is hard
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My prayers are cold
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And I know how I ought to be
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Alive to You and dead to me
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But what can be done
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For an old heart like mine
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Soften it up
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With oil and wine
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The oil is You, Your Spirit of love
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Please wash me anew
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With the wine of Your Blood
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Repeat
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My Eyes Are Dry
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| Keith Green |
