You say he doesn't love you and you say before you've cried
But all the times I've laid my head down every single night
I try to picture what it's like to be living with the King
I can't right now I'm so depressed, I've no songs to sing.
I try to pull myself up but not yet have the power
So I close my eyes and pray to God for the strength by the hour
I'll talk to him and soon it grows, the power that I lack
And I open up my Bible to look up some holy fact.
That God truly does love me and he really does care
And he's not the one who left me, he was always there.
I muscle up my courage and He picks me up again
Why do I keep pushing away my dearest, truest friend?
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