Standard (EADGBE)

 I sing for joy and my remorse.

 A well within prosperity's curse.

 That drowns the mighty oak of pride

 but feeds the root of God

inside.

Chorus

 In You I find my rest.

 In You I find my death.

 In You I find my all & my emptiness.

 Somehow it all makes sense.

V2

In You I’m rich

When I’ve been made poor

Comfort found when I mourn

The prideful one You see from afar

Drawing near to low, broken hearts.

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