mornings can be like this
when the world's out of kilter
the sun doesn't end the nightmares
each step feels a bit too heavy
yet my lungs still take each breath
my heart still beats in time
so i can lift my hands a bit
though not quite high enough
i need You to pull me up
sing me back in tune
remind me of Your goodness
of the hope that lives in You
how someday my lips will sing
of Your great love to me
teaching broken dreamers again
leading dancing with freedom
but until that day dawns bright
i'm holding on and singing still
when the world's out of kilter
the sun doesn't end the nightmares
each step feels a bit too heavy
yet my lungs still take each breath
my heart still beats in time
so i can lift my hands a bit
though not quite high enough
i need You to pull me up
sing me back in tune
remind me of Your goodness
of the hope that lives in You
how someday my lips will sing
of Your great love to me
teaching broken dreamers again
leading dancing with freedom
but until that day dawns bright
i'm holding on and singing still
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