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How many days, Lord, have I walked in this wilderness?
A thirsty pilgrim with no water to drink
And this barren place is making me crazy,
In my desperation I am forced to think.
Seems like I have spent so much time searching
In a dry and weary land where there's no truth.
But I think I'm finally realizing,
That my only hope of water is the
well that comes from You, so
Rain down Your love upon me
Pour out Your mercy on me
Please won't You take me to Your springs of life
Cause I'm dying for deliverance, only You can save me,
I'm waiting, won't You take me,
To Your springs of life.
Oh God, You are my God,
And my spirit seeks You,
But my flesh has failed You time and time again.
And now I've chosen this desert when Your love was waiting,
But Your stubborn child longs to understand
So I'll not waste another minute searching
In a dry and weary land where there's no truth,
'Cause I think I'm finally realizing
That my only hope of water is the
well that comes from You, So…
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