| 6:30 Monday morning
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| I’m here hiding in my bed
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| A song plays on my alarm clock
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| As I cover up my head
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| But somewhere in the distance
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| I remember yesterday
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| Singing «Hallelujah»
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| Full of wonder, awe and grace
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| But now I’m just wondering
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| Why I don’t feel anything
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| At all
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| This is a moment made for worshiping
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| Cause this is a moment I’m alive
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| And this is a moment I was made to sing
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| A song of living sacrifice
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| For every moment that I live and breathe
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| This is a moment made for worshiping
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| When I’m praying with my children
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| As they’re running off to school
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| When I kiss my wife good morning
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| Just to say I still love you
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| When I’m feeling love and happy
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| When I’m feeling all alone
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| When I’m failing to remember
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| All the love that I’ve been shown
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| Every single beat of my heart
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| Is another new place to start
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| To know
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| This is a moment made for worshiping
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| Cause this is a moment I’m alive
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| And this is a moment I was made to sing
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| A song of living sacrifice
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| For every moment that I live and breathe
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| This is a moment made for worshiping
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| Every single beat of my heart
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| Is another new place to start
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| Right now
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| This is a moment made for worshiping
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| Cause this is a moment I’m alive
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| And this is a moment I was made to sing
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| A song of living sacrifice
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| For every moment that I live and breathe
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| This is a moment made for worshiping
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| From the rising of the sun
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| To the setting the sun
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| The name of the Lord is worthy to be praised |