Isaiah 45:23 Lyrics

If my prayer be not humble
Make it so
In these last hours if the Spirit waits in check
Help me let it go
And should my suffering double
Let me never love You less
Let every knee be bent
And every tongue confess

And I won't get better
But someday I'll be free
'Cause I am not this body
That imprisons me

I read the magazines
Somebody brought
Hold them to my failing eyes
Until my hands get hot
And when the nurse comes in
To change my sheets and clothes
The pain begins to travel
Dancing as it goes

And I won't get better
But someday I'll be free
'Cause I am not this body
That imprisons me
If my prayer goes unanswered
That's alright
If my path fills with darkness
And there is no sign of light

Let me praise You for the good times
Let me hold Your banner high
Until the hills are flattened
And the rivers all run dry

And I won't get better
But someday I'll be free
'Cause I am not this body
That imprisons me