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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