I wake up some mornings
With anger as I rise
Grumble at the sunshine
Complain about my life
I have been ungrateful
My words have been unkind
I am sometimes thoughtless
And I am often blind
But like a child in a summer rain
I'll receive Your grace
With outstretched arms
And an upturned face
Soak me through, flood my soul
Wash me clean and make me whole
I stand in need, I am in need of Your grace
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My faith gets dry and dusty
The seeds of hope unused
My feet grow slow and weary
My mind gets so confused
I am so unworthy
That I tremble at Your name
My soul is like a desert
My heart is full of shame
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