Isaiah 45 23

G G If my prayer be not humble make it so C In these last hours if the Spirit waits in check help me let it go C And should my suffering double let me never love You less G Let every knee be bent, and every tongue confess G And I won't get better but someday I'll be free G Cause I am not this body that imprisons me G I read the magazines somebody brought C Hold them to my failing eyes until my hands get hot C And when the nurse comes in to change my sheets and clothes G The pain begins to travel, dancing as it goes

G And I won't get better but someday I'll be free G Cause I am not this body that imprisons me G x4 G If my prayer goes unanswered that's alright C If my path fills with darkness and there is no sign of light C Let me praise You for the good times, let me hold Your banner high G Until the hills are flattened and the rivers all run dry G And I won't get better but someday I'll be free G Cause I am not this body that imprisons me