It’s over again
This selfish love
The bane of my existence
I strive for more
Of the me I want
And meet with such resistance
I know better now
And surrender it all
To the One who knows me best
To you, O God, 
I offer my life
And seek in you some rest
It seems so trite
As I do this much
About every seven days
But if it weren’t for Sunday
And Sabbath hope
I’d be stuck in a hopeless place
So thank you, Lord
For this very BEST day
That gives me a reprieve
From dealing with 
The doubt and fear
As your grace I do receive

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