Who when his son asks for bread
Would give him a stone instead?
How much more than our dirty little hearts
Will the love of the Father fill our hearts
And give us what we need
You know the secrets, of my heart
And still You call me son
Just like the son
who asked for bread
I come to You and I am fed
You give me what I need
Oh, can it be?
That you listen to me?
I am not worthy of the love
You’ve given me
You give me all I need
And You listen to me
Who put the Earth, in it’s place
And separated the seas?
And who can calm an angry storm
And bring an oak tree from a seed?
No, not me
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What is man, that you would listen
To anything he says?
And who am I but one lone man
And yet you know me by my name
And you listen to me!
As I sit, down to pray
Pouring out my heart
I know Your ears hear ev'ry word
And things may just work out that way
‘Cause You listen to me
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