Don’t know what gets into me,
Spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak,
This Jekyll and Hyde thing cuts so deep,
Grace is free, but it ain’t cheap,
Son of man, man of peace, turner of the other cheek,
Tamer of the angry sea, what have I to do with thee?
Seven times seventy times I’ve found my way back to you,
Whoa, seven times seventy times I have played the fool.
With a couple of thieves he hangs around,
Lights are out, the lines are down,
Top to bottom the fabric is torn,
While a red, red rose blooms in the thorns.
Seven times seventy times I’ve found my way back to you,
Oh, seven times seventy times I’ve played the fool.
Take this cup away from me,
Tastes so bad I cannot drink,
And hide the mirror, I don’t want to see,
I am just a Pharisee.
Seven times seventy times I’ve stood at your door,
Oh, seven times seventy times I’ve played the whore,
Seven times seventy times, seven times seventy times,
Seven times seventy times.
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