Given over to me I can’t do it
On my own I just won’t
I need Your grace to fill all the space
Stars should shine but they don’t
God help me love the saints
They should be my delight
God help me love the saints
Help make my heart right
I’m not the One to judge as noble
I’m not the judge and jury
Know love’s a verb, can’t kick to the curb
Yet my mind’s still filled with fury
God help me love the saints
They should be my delight
God help me love the saints
Help make my heart right
God help me love the saints
They should be my delight
God help me love the saints
Help make my heart right.
Psalms 16:3
I say of the holy people who are in the land,
“They are the noble ones in whom is all my delight.”
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