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[busworld]

Calloused and bruised dazed and confused
My Spirit is left wanting something more
Than my selfish hopes and my selfish dreams
I’m lying with my face down to the floor
I’m crying out for more
Give me words to speak
Don’t let my Spirit sleep
Cause I can’t think of anything worth saying
But I know that I owe You my life
So give me words to speak
Don’t let my Spirit sleep
Every night, every day I find that I have nothing left to say
So I stand here in silence awaiting Your guidance
I’m wanting only Your voice to be heard
Let them be Your Words
I just don’t understand this life that I’ve been living