Im driving, half alive and beaten down because I've been falling, and it won't
be long before I hit the ground. This heart is aching for Your touch because I'm
losing all I've been using as a crutch.
And I think I don't need this, but You break me into pieces until I come
undone. Window's open, and I'm hoping to find release from this pain that's been
lingering for so many weeks. I'm praying for You to fill this space, and this
emptiness I'm trading for Your grace.
And I think I don't need this, but You break me into pieces until I come
undone. I don't understand all that's in Your hands. The things that try me are
there to refine me so I can be more like You. And I think I don't need this, but
You break me into pieces until I come undone. I find the place of Your grace
when I come undone
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