God, I admit I haven t changed
Playing card houses still covering my landscape
I never expected You to stay
When I m grabbing for these crumbs and cold loose change
I feel Your grace come running over every road
I love the way You re calling overflow
I feel Your grace come running over every road
You break the floodgates down and carry all
God, I admit that I ve loved these chains
And crawling around this cage sometimes has its advantages
I know someday this could get old
And I ll need Your healing water to find my home
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