Craig Curry
Broken, needy, You know my heart
Tired, wounded, torn apart
Shattered longings I place in Your hand
Kneeling, unable to stand.
Still I will trust You
Still I will sing
Songs of thanksgiving to my King
My eyes are failing
Your promise fulfill
And till then, I'll worship you still.
Hungry, thirsting, longing for more
Desparate, crying, pain outpoured
Lonely, struggling, I look to Your cross
You bear my grief, shame and loss.
The prayer of my heart in the midst of the storm
Is to see the Morning Star
I will heed His call to follow Him
Even though I journey far.
I will worship You still!
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