When the world looks at me
I wonder what they see
Underneath these eyes
Oh, smiles masquerade as pain
And grow up to be shame
Then leave me with a lie .
I know they, they don't see my flaws
Or these hidden scars
And all the mess I've made
Oh, so don't, don't let Sunday fool you
Here's my hallelujah
Every single day, I'm running to Your grace
Ey, ey, ey .
I'm tired of this dirty heart
That keeps our world apart
I need Your loving fire
And even in these church clothes
I can't dress up my soul
To be free is my desire .
I'm so far from where they think I am
But when I raise my hands
I'm reaching out for life
Oh, so don't, don't let Sunday fool you
Here's my hallelujah
Every single day, I'm running to Your grace .
I know they, they don't see my flaws
Or these hidden scars
And all the mess I've made
Oh, so don't, don't let Sunday fool ya
Here's my hallelujah
Every single day, I'm running to Your grace .
Running to Your grace
Ooh, I need it everyday
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And he said to them, The Sabbath was made for man, and not man for the Sabbath;
Luke 21 : 36But keep watch at all times with prayer, that you may be strong enough to come through all these things and take your place before the Son of man.
Romans 3 : 23For all have done wrong and are far from the glory of God;