My s so proud. My is so unfocused. I see the things You do me as great things I 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 each 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." At I may grow weak and a bit discouraged, Knowing someone, somewhere could do a job. For who am I to serve I know I deserve You. And that's the part that burns in my and keeps me on.
I ask you: "How many will you pick me up, When I keep on you down? And each time I will short of Your glory, How far will forgiveness "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 with me, Lord.
As I walk You, I'm learning what Your grace means. The that I could never pay was paid at Calvary. So, instead of trying to You, I'm to simply obey You By giving up my to you For all You've given to me.
I ask you: "How many times you pick me up, When I keep on letting you And each time I will fall short of glory, How far forgiveness 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"