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I bring my every need Confessing everything Lord, I’m desperate For Your healing I’m broke in every part My unbelieving heart I need the faith To even ask You So I’m not bargaining For nothing’s hidden From Your sight I would be a fool If I could be made new Come ruin come ridicule Recklessly I come I run to You I come expectantly Because You’re calling me There is no healing But from Your hand So whether suffering Or free from laboring It’s for Your glory and my good From Letras Mania