My s so proud. My is so unfocused. I see the things You do me as great I have 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 I will fall short of Your glory, How far forgiveness abound? "And You "My child, I love you. And as as you're seeking My face, You'll walk in the power of My sufficient grace." At I may grow weak and a bit discouraged, that someone, somewhere do a better job. For who am I to You? I I don't deserve You. And that's the part that burns in my and me hanging on.
I ask you: "How many will you pick me up, I keep on letting you down? And each time I will short of Your glory, How far will forgiveness "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." You are so patient 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 learning to simply You By up my life to you For all that given to me.
I ask you: "How many times will you 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 walk in the power of My sufficient grace"