If faith without works is dead
I need to die for a day or a very long weekend
Did you hear what I just said? 
I need to die for a day, I just need a break
For I am not a machine
Can't keep going and going without a reprieve
And I can't do this anymore
I'm empty

Be my source, be my Sabbath
Take this poor and tattered life, You can have it
Come swallow me up, I've had quite enough
I'm ready to crash into Your arms
Be my source, be my Sabbath

Please God, don't hear me complain
You know I love what I do, I'm a bond-slave to You
You said those willing to wait
They will walk and not faint, You renew their strength
Well, I'm a dead battery
Corroded and rusty and good for nothing
And I can't do this anymore
I'm empty

Be my source, be my Sabbath
Take this poor and tattered life, You can have it
Come swallow me up, I've had quite enough
I'm ready to crash into Your arms
Be my source, be my source
Be my Sabbath

Come swallow me up, I've had quite enough
I'm ready to crash into Your arms
Be my source, be my source 

Be my source, be my Sabbath
Take this poor and tattered life, You can have it
Come swallow me up, I've had quite enough
I'm ready to crash into Your arms
Be my source, be my source
Be my source, my only source
Be my Sabbath
Be my Sabbath