I know the words I express
do not express me.
Limited by the words of man,
Babylon confusion.
I speak and the words fail.
Yet, the praises of my lips never fail.
Given to the Creator, reaching His throne.
My tongue is evil and restless,
but my lungs support the holy, as I sing from a pure Spirit.
My words fall to the ground, dead.
but my praises raise to heaven.
do not express me.
Limited by the words of man,
Babylon confusion.
I speak and the words fail.
Yet, the praises of my lips never fail.
Given to the Creator, reaching His throne.
My tongue is evil and restless,
but my lungs support the holy, as I sing from a pure Spirit.
My words fall to the ground, dead.
but my praises raise to heaven.
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