Omnipresent Lift

I can stand upon the earth with my sin
I can do the things that I hate to do
All of the commands that I choose to bend
Oh, but for these things to perish in blue

While I can't seem to find my way back
To the time I lived without my struggle
Oh, for that time when myself I did lack
When things I believed I did not smuggle

Time and again I wonder about this
Why the sand I stand upon is not rock
Will I continue to thrive for things missed
Will I stand at the door without a knock

` Only one thing can lift me from the sand
` That single thing is my loving God's hand

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