JBeaucaire
Sep 18, 2008, 04:55 PM
EDIT: I finally remembered the problem lines and have corrected them. Thanks anyway!
MOST OF THE TIME - by Glad (Kaufman)
Sometime I see through a glass that's almost clear
Your power overwhelms me, my illusions disappear
And sometimes I hear You with Your gentle soothing voice;
Your words are always truthful, and they cause me to rejoice.
But most of the time I'm still not understanding,
The smallest part of what Your trying to say.
And most of the time I find that I'm pretending,
And the things that You desire get in my way.
Sometimes I need You when I'm weak and despised;
I turn to You for comfort, You never act surprised.
Sometimes I love you with a passion and a zeal;
And then sometimes I realize I do just what I feel.
But most of the time I'm still not understanding,
The smallest part of what Your trying to say.
And most of the time I find that I'm pretending,
And the things that You desire get in my way.
Is it asking You too much to change me from inside?
I know I haven't kept my promises even when I've tried.
I'm becoming more aware how much I leave You out.
Are those seeds of hope or seeds of doubt?
All of the time You say that You're perfecting me;
And everything You've said I know it's true.
And some of the time I'm close to understanding,
That it isn't up to me, it's up to You.
No, it isn't up to me, it's up to You.
MOST OF THE TIME - by Glad (Kaufman)
Sometime I see through a glass that's almost clear
Your power overwhelms me, my illusions disappear
And sometimes I hear You with Your gentle soothing voice;
Your words are always truthful, and they cause me to rejoice.
But most of the time I'm still not understanding,
The smallest part of what Your trying to say.
And most of the time I find that I'm pretending,
And the things that You desire get in my way.
Sometimes I need You when I'm weak and despised;
I turn to You for comfort, You never act surprised.
Sometimes I love you with a passion and a zeal;
And then sometimes I realize I do just what I feel.
But most of the time I'm still not understanding,
The smallest part of what Your trying to say.
And most of the time I find that I'm pretending,
And the things that You desire get in my way.
Is it asking You too much to change me from inside?
I know I haven't kept my promises even when I've tried.
I'm becoming more aware how much I leave You out.
Are those seeds of hope or seeds of doubt?
All of the time You say that You're perfecting me;
And everything You've said I know it's true.
And some of the time I'm close to understanding,
That it isn't up to me, it's up to You.
No, it isn't up to me, it's up to You.