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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