Turn off my mind, put the TV on
Like I did yesterday and almost every other day
A sense of apathy closing in
My heart susceptible to growing duller to His ways
If God can do so much more than we can ask, or ever could imagine
Why, why, why do I, do I always fall for ordinary?
Why, why, why, when I can fly with life extraordinary?
So quick to hide in my comfort zone
It numbs my heart I know and it is robbing me of faith
Unwind by drawing my energy
From things no good for me; it is such a stupid waste

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