C. U. R. B · letra

Am I at the point of no improvement? What of the death I still dwell in? I try to excel, but I feel no movement. Can I be free of this unreleasable sin?

Chorus:

Never underestimate my Jesus. You're telling me that there's no hope. I'm telling you your wrong.
Never underestimate my Jesus When the world around you crumbles He will be strong, He will be strong
I throw up my hands "Oh, the impossibilities" Frustrated and tired Where do I go from here? Now I'm searching for the confidence I've lost so willingly Overcoming these obstacles is overcoming my fear

Chorus

I think I can't, I think I can't But I think you can, I think you can I think I can't, I think I can't But I think you can, I think you can Gather my insufficiencies and place them in your hands, place them in your hands, place them in your hands