There's a silent voice that surrounds me Is it above or is it below me? It's something I can't see or feel, but I know it's real Touch me so I can see your power your, glory Show me lord my life's end, and the number of days I live You've made my life a mere handbreadth And the number of years is nothing in your hands A man's life is but a breath I think of all the times I've let you down And all the times that I should have turned around There's so many I could never count them So many times I should have turned from my sin But I was stubborn and thought I could live with it I should just swallow my pride and listen
