tuesday’s child

Steven Curtis Chapman

Just when I thought I was strong,
Another weak day comes along,
And all my righteousness goes wrong.
But I was doing so well;
My dreams to be a Godly man
Seem out of reach of my own hand,
But where I fall short, His grace still stands,
If I have faith like a child.

CHORUS
And if Mondayââ?¬â?¢s child is fair of face,
And Tuesdayââ?¬â?¢s child is full of grace,
Then you can call me Tuesdayââ?¬â?¢s child.
Like Wednesdayââ?¬â?¢s child, Iââ?¬â?¢m full of woe,
And Thursdayââ?¬â?¢s child Iââ?¬â?¢ve got far to go,
But you can call me Tuesdayââ?¬â?¢s child.

Sounds too easy some might say,
Thereââ?¬â?¢s a bigger price to pay;
But when Jesus have His life away,
It was once and for all.
So with more of His grace filling me,
I more than ever want to be
Growing up in purity,
With the faith of a child.

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Thatââ?¬â?¢s what I want to be,
Full of His grace for me,
Knowing Heââ?¬â?¢s all I need.

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Sharing the grace He gives,
Thatââ?¬â?¢s how I want to live;
Free in His promises, I want to be Tuesdayââ?¬â?¢s child.