Control
There is a way that seems right to me
Pleasure for a season
I find myself far away from God
Drifting for no reason
And I believe in me and what I can do
As if I had a life of my own
But I know I’m an empty jar of clay
In a valley of dry bones
(CHORUS)
But in Him I move
And I breathe
And in Him I have
I have my being
With the eyes of my soul
It is revealed
The uttermost truth is what I am seeing
Sometimes I think I’m in control
I think I’ve got it all figured out
When it comes right down to it I am lost
In my own strength I start to doubt
I walk in darkness and I stumble
I end up doing something wrong
I can do all things through Christ
By myself I’m not too strong
(Chorus)
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