Now I've been down and out for so many days.
Stuck at this truck stop Lord, trying to earn some pay.
Lying in bed filled with misery.
Won't You send Your Spirit to set me free?
Bring me Your Joy,
Bring me Your Peace.
I want to serve You Lord and do Your Ministry.
Bring me Your Joy.
Bring me Your Peace.
So I can sing Your praises and glorify the King.
Seems like a shrowdof pain's been keeping us in this pit.
But I shall overcome and rise up out of it.
I can't do it Lord under my own strength.
I need Your Holy Power to break these chains from me.
Bring me Your Joy.
Bring me Your Peace.
Calm this storm that rages inside of me.
Bring me Your Joy.
Bring me Your Peace.
I'd love to sing Your praise to glorify The King.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
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