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 lovingly You me And me as my father and me as my maker.
I ask you: "How many times will you me up, When I on letting you down? And each I will fall short of Your glory, How far forgiveness abound? "And You "My child, I love you. And as long as seeking My face, You'll walk in the power of My daily grace." At times I may grow and a bit discouraged, Knowing someone, could do a better job. For who am I to serve I know I deserve You. And the part that burns in my heart and me hanging on.
I ask you: "How many times you pick me up, I keep 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, walk in the power of My daily sufficient grace." You are so patient me, Lord.
As I with You, I'm learning what Your really means. The price that I never pay was paid at Calvary. So, of trying to repay You, I'm to simply obey You By giving up my to you For all that given to me.
I ask you: "How many times will you me up, When I keep on letting you And time I will fall 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 of My daily sufficient grace"