My s so proud. My is so unfocused. I see the things You do me as things I have done. And now You break me, lovingly You take me And hold me as my and me as my maker.
I ask you: "How many will you pick me up, When I keep on you down? And time I will fall short of Your glory, How far forgiveness abound? "And You "My child, I love you. And as long as you're 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 You? 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 will you me up, When I keep on letting you And each time I will short of Your glory, How far forgiveness abound? "And You "My child, I love 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 grace really means. The price I could never pay was paid at Calvary. So, of trying to repay You, I'm learning to obey You By giving up my to you For all You've given to me.
I ask you: "How many times will you me up, When I keep on letting you And each time I fall short of Your glory, How far will forgiveness "And You answer: "My child, I you. And as as you're seeking My face, You'll in the power of My daily sufficient grace"