My heart is growing cold
I feel I’m getting old
And now I’m not as bold
As I used to be
I used to jump and dance
Wear psychedelic pants
Give me a second chance
To be like I used to be
I lived just like a lark
Then failure left its mark
I hate stumbling in the dark
Take me back where I used to be
The remedy is in the cross
Without Him all is loss
Lord Jesus be the boss
Like You used to be
When I grow up I want to be a little boy
This plan I will employ
To live life full of joy
As things ought to be
I sit here in this church
My soul stuck in a lurch
Oh God my heart please search
And show me how it ought to be
What will I do what shall I say
I’ve lost the words that I should pray
Failure has a price to pay
I long for how things used to be
When you lead it makes things tough
Cause I will never be good enough
I’m not supposed to be stuck in that stuff
It’s not how they think it should be
And now I’m trapped by the fear of man
Mixed motives when I make a plan
Cut the crap boy and make a stand
By God’s grace you’ll be who you’ll be
I will move forward yes I will grow
I’m cleansed His love through me can flow
And in the future this I know
Things will be better than they used to be
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