*** Perform "His" way ***
My mama told me
When we were born,
We're bent with original sin
Well that’s not fair
I’m pulling out my hair
Tryin’ta fix or ignore that scar
Now in white garments well I'm hard to miss
The Prince leads me where'ere I go
I'll pray my heart out at in-jus-ti-ces
Rise up and come join the show!
Hope you don’t think that I’m lame
If on my knees I remain
To praise the Father the Son and Holy Spirit this way
I’ll fast on this holy day
My will is to obey
Just like the saints, I increasingly perform His way
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Pray some thanks to start the day
Hey I just perform His way
Baby I perform His way
He’s the potter
I'm the clay
Hey I just perform His way
I'm not crazy I perform His way
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The world is broken; in such need
And I’m a tiny mustard seed
But everyday I'll try to stop the bleed
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I'm so completely original
Fear-‘flee and wonderfully made
I'll wrap my arms around this cross I bear
And help you with yours along the way
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I'll wear these ashes,
on my fore-head
And remember from whence I came
And for good reasons now I'll sing His praise:
Fields of green, by still water’s, where he leads me to lay
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Confession for me today
Cause once again I have strayed
His grace renews me... and forms me
Shows His glory this way
Pick up the Bible each day
And see what it has to say
To streng-then and straigh-ten and encourage my way
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Let me repent my former ways, I wasn't always pointed straight
Was strange, weird, shocking, odd, bizarre
My selfish ways, had gone too far
There's nothing too extreme of sin
That He cannot heal and forgive
And clothe you with His robes and ring
Cause baby, He restores this way !
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The Eucharist we partake
Is icing and the cake
Each week at mass,
We're bad-ass
In kingdom measurements made
To wish your good, is my way
Cause in His image you're made
Heal the sick, comfort widows, feed the orphans I may
I perform His way-ayyy
I perform His way-ayyy
I'm always deviating from the culture this way
I perform His way-ayyy
I perform His way-ayyy
My heart was rest-less, until I rested in Him to stay.
