I cannot understand the sacrifice of giving your only child,
Sometimes I only come to you
Or a shame to say it's just once a month
But now I'm giving you this plea
There'll be more praying,
more sharing, and more caring,
more receiving, and more believing
Even though we still fall
Sometimes I only worship you
Or ashamed to say it's just once a month
And I'm giving you this plea
There'll be more praying, more obeying,
more receiving, and more believing
in You, my Lord. I can do better.
There'll be more praying, more obeying
More sharing, and more caring
More receiving, and more believing
In You, my Lord, I can do better