I come
Lord, what can I say When I come to pray? You’ve already heard Every single word
My voice I can raise To You, Lord, in praise For tho’ words aren’t new They’ve still sweet to You
For how much You care That with You we share Take time to express And humbly confess
But quite where to start That is the hard part So let me begin By just listening
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