When I wake up tomorrow, I know the lies will start to shout
Before my feet will hit the floor, I know some truth I’m prone to doubt
When I wake up tomorrow and life looks relatively good
I doubt that I’ll be desperate and do the desperate things I should
When I wake up tomorrow and hear the subtle songs of pride
I’ll miscalculate what I need the most, then very likely pass it by
If I wake up tomorrow and I’m convinced I’m without need
My appraisal, false or not, will dictate how my day proceeds:
Would I try to find some breakfast if my hunger did not speak?
If I thought I was in perfect shape, would exercise I seek?
If I convinced myself that I was clean, why a shower would I take?
What good’s a cup of coffee if I believe I’m wide awake?
Would I ever seek out strength if I convinced myself I’m strong?
Would I search for what was right if I was certain I wasn’t wrong?
Would I go looking for a map or sign to guide me the right way,
If convinced I knew the route and where I was going through this day?
Tell me what good is a doctor if I’m convinced I’m never ill?
If I’m sure there’s not an ailment, why would I ever take its pill?
What’s the benefit of a coat if today I’m sure I’m warm?
What good is any shelter if I’m convinced there’s not a storm?
What good is a life jacket if I never think I’ll drown
Or a life boat when I’m confident that my ship’s not going down?
What good is any help if on my own I choose to swim
And convince myself I’ll be just fine and fatigue will not set in?
What good is any credit if I don’t notice any debt?
If I’m convinced I don’t lose balance, why would I need a safety net?
What good is an umbrella if I’m convinced it never rains?
What benefit is the key if I never see the lock and chains?
Why put on lenses if I think perfect is my sight?
Why go looking for a lamp if all I think I see is light?
What good is any teaching if my mind’s already set?
What good is any gift if I ignore and don’t accept?
What good is any armor if I don’t notice there’s a war?
What good are endless riches if I don’t see myself as poor?
What purpose serves an anchor if I do not perceive the waves?
What benefit is a savior…if today I don’t need saved?
What good is a compass if I never think I’m lost?
If today I think I’m good enough…then tell me what good is the cross?
If I wake up tomorrow and I’m convinced I’m without need…
Then I hope Heaven and its mercy would rain down until I see
My Lord Jesus,
I’m so sick of this amnesia; it’s like it creeps in every hour
And it tells me that it’s me who makes life happen with my power
It seems I’m daily desperate for a reminder that’s divine
For this flesh that I am stuck in tends to whisper “you’re just fine”
When the lie of self-sufficiency is the biggest foe I’ll face today
May the depths of my depravity show themselves in every way
Rescue me each moment from this monster known as pride
Help me see that I am nothing if You’re not ruling me inside
Cure me from forgetfulness that will sneak inside my head
Remind me that without You, I’m just a body that is dead
Do whatever’s needed so by the minute I will see
I need Your outstretched, helping hand like I am drowning in the sea
May I think this very often and may I be reminded well:
You saved me for eternity, now save me daily from myself
Remind me I’m dependent, deeply desperate, and depraved
Take me back Lord to that precious place when You were all I craved
Bring me recollection of that sensation deep inside
That new life had begun in me and the old one’s dead and died
Rekindle that past fervor; flame a passionate desire
With urgency, come capture me, and set my heart on fire
Take me back to those moments when I fell humbly on my knees
And I knew deeply that I needed You even more than air to breathe
Daily bring a notice that shows how needy I still am
Breathe life into this Pharisee in ways that only Your love can
Give me eyes to see myself in a way that is accurate and true
Show me I am desperate to be so desperate Lord for You
Help me hold onto You Jesus, like it’s a matter of life and death
And make me desperate to be desperate for Your grace with every breath
by Luke Myers
Lyric video: “Air I Breathe” by Mat Kearney
“In whose hand is the life of every living thing, and the breath of all mankind?” Job 12:10
“I am the vine, you are the branches; he who abides in Me and I in him, he bears much fruit, for apart from Me you can do nothing” John 15:5
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