"In You"
I sing for joy
And my remorse
A well within prosperity's curse
That drowns the mighty oak of pride
But feeds the root of God inside
In You I find my rest
In You I find my death
In You I find my all
And my emptiness, somehow it all makes sense
In You I'm rich when I've been made poor
Comfort found when I mourn
The prideful one You see from afar
Drawing near to low, broken hearts
In You I find my rest
In You I find my death
In You I find my all
And my emptiness, but it all makes sense
1 comment:
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