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Day By Day

I'm sick; I've tried not to show it

I pray to God that no one has noticed



But I grow weaker day by day

My face is pale my hair turns gray

It's hard to find the joy I once knew

What has crawled into my bones?

Made me brittle, made me old



All of my dreams are about God

When I dream about God

When I dream its about God



Confusion is my enemy

Restore my soul of faith from reasoning



Jesus save me from obscurity

From the hour, the moment of grief



But I grow weaker day by day

My face is pale my hair turns gray

Hard to imagine the boy I once knew

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