It seems most days
I miss an hour, or two,
With You my God.
I carry on as if tomorrow
Would never come around.
I'll never realize
Your richest blessings,
Your wonderous love for me.
Forgive me God,
My spirit's willing,
But, my flesh is weak.

I spend days in endless passtimes,
With things that cannot give,
The pure joy my soul's in search of,
The peace that grows within.
By spending time in humble worship,
Sweet fellowship with You.
Forgive me God,
My spirit's willing,
But, my flesh is weak.

I pray soon, one day it happens,
My life glorifies Your Name,
In every thought, and word and action,
Even how I praise and plead.
I can see Your love so clearly
When I spend my time with You.
Forgive me God,
My spirit's willing,
But, my flesh is weak.

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