Chosen, Not Perfect

I ain't perfect, but I'm chosen. Every weakness He exposes. Turn my ashes in

the ocean. Now as living waters flowing. I flow like fire. Burning with a love

of the Messiah. Every day, every night I rise higher. Covered in His grace,

that's power. Yeah, yeah. I flow like fire. Heart wide open,

spirit lighter. This praise ain't stopping, never tired. This is Jesus,

twenty-four seven.