Oh God divide me from this portion,
this place my heart cannot give to you.
Have I not left you, from affair to affair?
Have you not made me man?
Yet i act the beast, all appetite.
Can you take?
Can you rob me of this?
As soon as these words breathe
I consider what i ask.
Is there any of You left in me?
Can you still tell that I'm in Your image?
Oh grace abound
Who can i share my victories and disasters with but You?
From my coming and going,
From the heights and my descents,
From my loyalty and affairs,
Oh grace abound
Who can I share my victories and disasters with but You?
Tell me that I'm still in your pattern
That You still see Yourself in me
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i identify... and have no other words.
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