All this vanity, All this pride, Never filling, the whole inside
Nothing new, Underneath the sun, You can chase the wind, as fast as you can run
You'll never find, the satisfaction that you seek, Never know, what is promised to the meek,
He counts the hairs, up upon your head, He knows your days, until the one when you'll lay dead
Holy Holy is the LORD
Holy Holy is the LORD
Holy Holy is the LORD
You know the Word, that can save your soul, but you can't give up, this illusion of control,
Turn your ear, to the wisdom offered you, Apply your heart, to understanding what is true,
You'll find a treasure, worth more than all the gold, that you could count, in all the days until you grow old
Holy Holy is the LORD
Holy Holy is the LORD
Holy Holy is the LORD
You are so magnificent, father
I consecrate this day to you,
Help me LORD, to be mindful of your ways,
In everything I say and do
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