New day, new way
Each day, I get up and pray
I try to walk god's way
and if it's just not my day
Ok, I let God sort it out
Each day, I'm powered by his ray
the devil tries to keep me at bay
but for him I keep going anyway
and if it doesn't work out, let God sort it out
each day I try to listen to something he might say
I look not to lay
I look to bring riches and pay
Not my will, but his way
Each day, I ask if I may
because it's his day
let me walk in his way
not my life, but his, so let me walk in his day in his way
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