Every morning, every night,
It's You oh Lord who hears my plight.
When darkness looms and nothing's right,
It's You oh Lord, who gives me light.
You know my hurts, my sorrows and pains,
You've given your life to free me from chains,
And when I rise at the wings of dawn,
You are the gentle wind that leads me on.
Whenever I call, You quickly answer,
Doing everything you can with all of Your power,
And so my Lord i'll live for you,
I'll worship You in everything I do...
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