I sing with outstretched arms
Words that are not my own
Songs of power and of truth
But oh to wondering I am prone
Longing to long oh Lord my God
To seek your face by day
To fall asleep in your arms by night
I pray the need to pray
This heart has become a heart of stone
Sad--but it is the truth
Babbling words of a practiced tongue
Becomes my daily due
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