I am of Christ I need your word
like a crawling bird up high, I need your wings
I am your workmanship, I need your word
without a word I cannot whirl
like a wagon on a trail I need a wheel
for I am yours
like an infant take me to the fountain of wisdom
oh, my soul in his word there’s conglutination
I ain’t susceptible
you’re able
I’m capable
so teach me your word
Alone I’m a shadow at night
I’m a roaring vexed
my limbs are numb
in the name of John 1:1
teach me your word