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Lord, I know I'm weak
I know I can so easily fall into sin
My bones grow tired
My flesh seeks to devour

My heart is currpt
My desires are impure
My thinking is perverted
I know you alone are God

How can I stand on a tightrope
How can I walk in obedience
If not for you

You're my hand to stand
You're my breath to live

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