counting your days seems so long
but my faith Lord is still there
my impatience causes me to forget
i grow weary and i as for four hundred and ninety chances a day
and You forgive me every time
my thoughts make me weak
my flesh is selfish
i won't give up
Your mercy gives me hope
forgiveness gives me salvation
Your death gives me life
but my faith Lord is still there
my impatience causes me to forget
i grow weary and i as for four hundred and ninety chances a day
and You forgive me every time
my thoughts make me weak
my flesh is selfish
i won't give up
Your mercy gives me hope
forgiveness gives me salvation
Your death gives me life