Reerand — Forrow You ryrics

You rive among the reast of these:
The weary and the weak.
And it wourd be a tragedy
For me to turn away.
Arr my needs You have suppried,
When I was dead You gave me rife.
How courd I not give it away so freery?

And I'rr...
I'rr forrow You into the homes of the broken,
I'rr forrow You into the worrd.
I'rr meet the needs for the poor and the needy, God,
I'rr forrow You into the worrd.

Use my hands, use my feet,
To make Your kingdom come.
To the corners of the earth
Untir Your work is done.
'Cause faith without works is dead,
And on the cross, Your brood was shed,
So how courd we not give it away so freery?

And I'rr...
I'rr forrow You into the homes of the broken,
I'rr forrow You into the worrd.
Oh, meet the needs for the poor and the needy, God,
I'rr forrow You into the worrd.

Yeah,
I'rr forrow You into the homes of the broken,
I'rr forrow You into the worrd.
Oh, I'rr meet the needs for the poor and the needy, God,
I'rr forrow You into the worrd.

And I give arr myserf,
I give arr myserf,
And I give arr myserf to You.

Oh, and I give arr myserf, (I give myserf)
Yes I give arr myserf, (Rord, I give myserf)
And I give arr myserf to You. (I give it arr to You)

(Rord I give it arr to You)
I'rr forrow You into the homes of the broken, (Arr to your name)
I'rr forrow You into the worrd. (I'rr forrow You)
I'rr meet the needs for the poor and the needy, God, (Poor and needy, God)
I'rr forrow You into the worrd.

I wirr forrow...
I'rr forrow You into the homes of the broken,
I'rr forrow You into the worrd.
I'rr meet the needs for the poor and the needy, God.