Cura

Here I am, the week wore me out
I was at work
I forgot about You, Lord
Here is my heart
Take it in Your hands

Here I am, my feet can't go on
I'm tired of wandering
Looking for my place
Here is my pain
I surrender to You, Lord

Heal your people
And heal the wounds that exist
He wants comfort
Needs You so much
Listen to his praise as if they were a thousand angels
And cover your face from all imperfection
And fulfill Your will in us

Here I am, my feet can't go on
I'm tired of wandering
Looking for my place
Here is my pain
I surrender to You, Lord

Heal your people
And heal the wounds that exist
He wants comfort
Needs You so much
Listen to his praise as if they were a thousand angels
And cover your face from all imperfection
And fulfill Your will in us

Listen to his praise as if they were a thousand angels
And cover your face from all imperfection
And fulfill Your will in us