To Praise You

Muslims pray to Allah five times a day
While Buddhists fast for weeks at a time
The Scientologists devote hours to learning new tech
And African voodoo spiritualists play their drums all night long
But I don't even get out of bed Sunday morning when I'm tired
I don't read my Bible when I'm in a bad mood
And I never sing only about You

But I'll never be strong enough
I'll never be smart enough
I'll never be good enough
My sin isn't good enough

Take all of me
Washing all my sin
Burn away anything
That is not of You
Lord, You see my apathy
Take all of me
Washing all my sin
All I want to do
Is to praise You, praise You

Wash the blood over me
Wash Your love over me
Set Your fire within me, within me
Wash the blood over me
Wash Your love over me
Set Your fire within me, within me

But I'll never be strong enough
I'll never be smart enough
I'll never be good enough
My sin isn't good enough

Take all of me
Washing all my sin
Burn away anything
That is not of You
Lord, You see my apathy
Take all of me
Washing all my sin
All I want to do
Is to praise You, praise You