The crowd sees just make-up
that smiles when I'm down.
But,
deep inside,
I hurt so much, and
that's when I need you.
I know you care;
you know what's there,
and you know what to do.
You take my hand
and dry my tears
every time I cry alone.
You help amend and
calm my fears,
and now I sing
this song.
Praise you, Father;
praise you, Holy Ghost;
praise you, Jesus,
Lord above all hosts.
God and Savior,
you've set my spirit free.
Now I'll sing this song out loud
to you
eternally.
Thank you, Lord,
my God, my Friend -
you're everything to me.
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