Get Me Right

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I make my slow way home
Limpin' on broken bones
Out of the sickest heart
Across the county lines
Onto your wooden stairs
I know you can't repair
I know you've seen the light
I know you'll get me right
Right....right... right

I own a sinner's heart
I know the rain falls hard
I know the currency
I know the things you'll need
I hope he hears my prayers
I see you cut your hair
I know the saving type
I hope you get me right
Right...right... right

Oh Jesus, I've fallen
I don't mind the rain if
I meet my maker
Clear, Jesus, the truth is
I struggled so hard to believe
I need my maker

To cure me of the sins I love
And take me out of my thinning blood
Take from me my disbelief
I know it should come easily
But it remains inside of me
It battles and devours me
It cuddles up inside of me
In whispers, it convinces me I'm..... Right