A Prayer of Rita Springer

I don't understand Your ways,
Oh, but I will give You my song,
Give You all of my praise,
You hold on to all my pain;
With it You are pulling me closer,
And pulling me into Your ways.

Now around every corner
And up every mountain,
I'm not looking for crowns
Or the water from fountains,
I'm desperate in seeking, frantic believing
That the sight of Your face
Is all that I need.
I will say to You

It's gonna be worth it.
It's gonna be worth it.
It's gonna be worth it all.
I believe this.
It's gonna be worth it.
It's gonna be worth it.
It's gonna be worth it all.
I believe this.

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