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More - Brandon Lake


Lyrics,

More stars than the sand on the ocean
More streams than the desert could cope with
More beauty than eyes even notice
More to life than we even know yet
More love than a man could imagine
More grace than a mind could have fathomed
More dreams than have already happened
You'll do it all again, yeah

I could find a million reasons
Why I call You Lord
You keep showing up with more
You keep showing up with more
You keep showing up with more

And I can't fight it
Can't deny it
All that's good is Yours
So I keep coming back for more
I keep coming back for more
I keep coming back for more
More
More

More light than the sun can compete with
More strength than the sum of my weakness
More power than the sum of my demons
More proof than the doubt ever needed
More light than the dark could contend with
More life than my heart had expected
More time that I get in Your presence
Less space between me and the heavens

I could find a million reasons
Why I call You Lord
You keep showing up with more
You keep showing up with more
You keep showing up with more

And I can't fight it
Can't deny it
All that's good is Yours
So I keep coming back for more
I keep coming back for more
I keep coming back for more
More
More

Everything I have
I give it all and I will never take that back
No reservations
'Cause my faith is in the fact
That You don't ever change
God, You don't ever change
So I just can't help but praise

With everything I have
I give it all and I will never take that back
No reservations
'Cause my faith is in the fact
That You don't ever change
God, You don't ever change
So I just can't help but praise

With everything I have
I give it all and I will never take that back
No reservations
'Cause my faith is in the fact
That You don't ever change
God, You don't ever change
So I just can't help but praise 'cause

I could find a million reasons
Why I call You Lord
I keep showing up with more
I keep showing up with more
I keep showing up with more

And I can't fight it
Can't deny it
All that's good is Yours
I keep coming back for more
I keep coming back for more
I keep coming back for more
More
More

More light than the sun can compete with
More strength than the sum of my weakness
More power than the sum of my demons
More proof than the doubt ever needed
I keep coming back for more
More light than the dark could contend with
I keep coming back for more
More life than my heart had expected
I keep coming back for more
More time that I get in Your presence
More, more
Less space between me and the heavens

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