They say I touch them, and I'm a blessing
And their praise puts me to shame
How can healing words come from unholy lips
How can the dumb and blind lead the lame
Maybe there is more
Maybe this is more than me...
How can you still use me
After I've allowed myself
to be used by everyone else
How can you still choose me
After I have made the choice
to go against the still, small voice in my heart
How can you still want me
When there has to be
a thousand faithful ones to take my place
Is this real? A final warning? A mistake?
Is this grace?
The God of Israel, the Lord of Jacob
The Lord of the redeemed and the liars
Is that who I am? who you call me
As I leap head first into the fire?
Maybe there is more
Maybe this is more than me...
How can you still use me
After I've allowed myself
to be used by everyone else
How can you still choose me
after I have made the choice
to go against the still small voice in my heart
How can you still want me
When there has to be
A thousand faithful ones to take my place
Is this real? A final warning? A mistake?
Is this grace?
I have unholy lips
I have a cheating heart
I have a liars tongue
I have nothing
I have unholy lips
I have a cheating heart
I have a liars tongue
I have nothing
Maybe there is more
Maybe this is more than me...
How can you still use me
after I've allowed myself
to be used by everyone else
How can you still choose me
after I have made the choice
To go against the still small voice in my heart
How can you still want me
when there has to be
a thousand faithful ones to take my place
Is this real? A final warning? A mistake?
Is this grace?
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