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 Im rich
When Ive 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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