As I sit here to write
I try and fight the stream
Yet some sick part of me wishes for the old
I try to fit the rut
But something in me cries out, and I know
My calling is higher than the show my heart pretends
As much as I'd like to feign death
I feel that I am very much alive
And I know that it's only You've made me this way
As I sit here alone
I try and think of what You did
Yet I cannot even comprehend the brilliance
I try to understand
But it's all too beautiful for me
I love You, but sometimes I'm too scared to say
God, I am made for You
I know that I am here for You
And I know that it's only You've made me this way
Jesus, I am loved by You
I know that you were here for me
And I know that it's only You've made me this way
Spirit, I am filled by You
I know you're here beside me now
And I know that it's only You've made me this way
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