My s so proud. My is so unfocused. I see the things You do me as great things I done. And now You gently me, then You take me And me as my father and me as my maker.
I ask you: "How many times you pick me up, When I on letting you down? And each time I will short of Your glory, How far will abound? "And You answer: "My child, I you. And as as you're seeking My face, You'll walk in the power of My daily grace." At times I may weak and a bit discouraged, Knowing someone, could do a better job. For who am I to You? I know I deserve You. And that's the that burns in my heart and me hanging on.
I ask you: "How many will you pick me up, I keep on letting you down? And each time I fall short of Your glory, How far will abound? "And You "My child, I love you. And as as you're seeking My face, You'll in the power of My daily sufficient grace." You are so with me, Lord.
As I with You, I'm learning what grace really means. The price that I could never pay was at Calvary. So, instead of trying to You, I'm to simply obey You By up my life to you For all that You've to me.
I ask "How many times will you pick me up, When I on letting you down? And each time I will fall short of glory, How far will forgiveness "And You "My child, I love you. And as as you're seeking My face, You'll in the power of My daily sufficient grace"