Is it possible to please God every day With all my words and actions and what I say
Looming weaknesses, they haunt me still Can I ever climb that holy hill
In my heart there's a burning desire To walk that path and never tire
Yet shadows of weakness whisper in my ear Is it enough if my faith is clear
Lord, I question can I ever be The perfect reflection of what You see
With every stumble and every fall Do You hear me when I call
My hands they tremble as I reach for grace
Seeking Your light in this holy place
Seeking Your light in this holy place

Are my efforts enough in Your eyes Even when my heart cries
And every step I take, am I drawn near Or am I lost in my earthly fear
I yearn to please You with every breath Even to my dying death
Lord, I question can I ever be The perfect reflection of what You see
With every stumble and every fall Do You hear me when I call
My hands they tremble as I reach for grace
Seeking Your light in this holy place
I yearn to please You with every step I take
Seeking Your light in this holy place
I yearn to please You with every breath Even to my dying death
As I reach for grace
Seeking your light in this holy place
All my efforts enough in your eyes
Even when my heart cries
Lord, I question can I ever be
The perfect reflection of what you see
With every snowball and every fall
Do you hear me when I call?
Is it possible to please God every day?
With all my words and actions and what I say
Lumen weaknesses, they haunt me
With every snowball and every fall
Do you hear me when I call?
Can I ever climb that holy hill?
In my heart there's a burning desire
To walk that path and never tire
Yet shadows of weakness whisper in me
my ear? Is it enough if my faith is clear? Lord, I question, can I ever be the perfect reflection
of what you see? With every stumble and every fall, do you hear me when I call?
My hands, they tremble as I reach for grace. Seeking your light in this holy place.
Are my efforts enough in your eyes? Even when my heart cries.
And every step I take, can I ever be the perfect reflection of what you see? With every stumble and every fall, do you hear me when I call?
Am I drawn near, or am I lost in my earthly fear?
I yearn to please you with every breath, even to my dying death.
Lord, I question, can I ever be the perfect reflection of what you see?
Every stumble and every fall, do you hear me when I call?
My hands are trembled as I reach for grace, seeking your light in this holy place.
All my efforts, enough in your eyes, even when my heart cries.
Lord, I question, can I ever be the perfect reflection of what you see?
Every stumble and every fall, do you hear me when I call?
I yearn to please you with every breath, even to my dying death.