Chorus
More of You, less of me
All I need is You to set me free.
Blinded, busted up
You healed me and then you filled my cup.
When faith and love is hard to grasp
I run to the Rock and there I stand.
Your love is strong.
My love is weak.
That is when I fall upon my knees.
Verse 2
Political struggles dying,
with strands of immorality.
Youth in this nation drowning
in fear of war and fear of peace.
Answers are the hardest thing to find.
When we contradict what is color blind.