Text: Everyday Sunday. Hanging On.

God I?m in this place again I?m trying so hard not to fall, but everything keeps coming down with the rain. And I try so hard I forget to call. Everybody?s looking around, and everybody wants to be found. And I?m just hanging on; I give You all that I am. I come to You with all that I am, I bring to You all that I have, and all I have is nothing, and I keep on trying, and all I want is You. Everybody?s looking around and wants to be found, and I?m just hanging on. I give You all that I am. And as I sit here in the midst of You, I come to You; I bring You all that I am. Everybody?s looking around and wants to be found, and I?m just hanging on. I give You all that I am. rson