So often I find
This law at work within me
That what I want to do
That I don’t do at all
And what I don’t want to do
That I keep repeating
Sweet Jesus won’t you come
Restore my soul

For my heart is prone to wander
And I stray so far from your side
Please take me Abba Father
Under the shadow of your wings I’ll hide

For with my tongue
I praise you my Lord
Then turn around again
And speak so harshly to my friend
O, when will I learn
To put others before
My own self-seeking whim

Only you restore my soul
Please come and make me whole again

Under the shadow of your wings I’ll hide
And by your grace within your will I’ll abide

Romans 7:15-25; Psalm 63; James 3:9-18, 4:1-10

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