My s so proud. My is so unfocused. I see the You do through me as things I have done. And now You gently me, then lovingly You me And hold me as my and me as my maker.
I ask "How many times will 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 long as seeking My face, You'll walk in the power of My daily grace." At times I may weak and a bit discouraged, that someone, somewhere could do a job. For who am I to serve I I don't deserve You. And that's the that burns in my heart and me hanging on.
I ask you: "How many times you pick me up, When I keep on 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 walk in the power of My daily grace." You are so with me, Lord.
As I with You, I'm learning what grace really means. The price that I could pay was paid at Calvary. So, of trying to repay You, I'm learning to simply You By giving up my to you For all that given to me.
I ask you: "How times will you pick me up, When I keep on letting you And each time I will short of Your glory, How far will abound? "And You "My child, I love you. And as long as seeking My face, You'll in the power of My daily sufficient grace"