Third Day - Worn Lyrics

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What Are The Lyrics For Worn By Third Day?
I'm tired
I'm worn My heart is heavy From the work it takes to keep on breathing I've made mistakes I've let my hope fail My soul feels crushed By the weight of this world And I know that You can give me rest So I cry out with all that I have left Let me see redemption win Let me know the struggle ends That You can mend a heart that's frail and torn I want to know a song can rise From the ashes of a broken life And all that's dead inside can be reborn 'Cause I'm worn I know I need To lift my eyes up But I'm too weak Life just won't let up And I know that You can give me rest So I cry out with all that I have left Let me see redemption win Let me know the struggle ends That You can mend a heart that's frail and torn I want to know a song can rise From the ashes of a broken life And all that's dead inside can be reborn 'Cause I'm worn And my prayers are wearing thin I'm worn even before the day begins I'm worn I've lost my will to fight I'm worn so heaven so come and flood my eyes Let me see redemption win Let me know the struggle ends That You can mend a heart that's frail and torn I want to know a song can rise From the ashes of a broken life And all that's dead inside can be reborn Yes, all that's dead inside will be reborn Though I'm worn Yeah, I'm worn |
Who Wrote Worn By Third Day?
Jason Ingram, Jeff Owen, Mike Donehey
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What's The Duration Of The Worn By Third Day?The duration of Worn is 4:06 minutes and seconds. |
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