This week, I prayed, one time   My phone, it rang, I put You on the other line   And now my thoughts they drift around   My knees remain unacquainted with the ground   Unless my faith is put to the test and I am forced to bow   Althought I'm in this flesh it doesn't mean You should have the best   From me, from me      Chorus:   Even when my eyes are dry   Even when my soul is tired   Even when my hands are heavy   I will lift them up to You   It's not about how I feel   Oh, Lord I am here for you   I exist for you      I close my eyes but all I see   Is a background of black, bouncy squiggly lines   And this week's mistakes come back to mind but   I will life my voice and make a joyful sound   Forget about me, I only get me down   Althought I cannot see it doesn't mean I shouldn't sing to You, to You      Chorus      You've given me Your life and have held mine together yet I find   Excuses to slouch in my pew   But when glory devine   Is sitting in my very presence, the least that I can do   Is give my all to You, give my all to You      Chorus