For Your Glory & My Good-All Sons And Daughters
I bring my every need
Confessing everything
Lord, I desperate
For Your healing
I broke in every part
My unbelieving heart
I need the faith
To even ask You
So I not bargaining
For nothing hidden
From Your sight
I would be a fool
If I could be made new
Come ruin come ridicule
Recklessly I come
I run to You
I come expectantly
Because Youe calling me
There is no healing
But from Your hand
So whether suffering
Or free from laboring
It for Your glory and my good
I would be a fool
If I could be made new
Come ruin come ridicule
Recklessly I come
I run to You
I run to You
I would be a fool
If I could be made new
Come ruin come ridicule
I would be a fool
If I could be made new
Come ruin come ridicule
Recklessly I come
I run to You
Recklessly I come
I run to You
So whether suffering
Or free from laboring
It for Your glory and my good