My s so proud. My is so unfocused. I see the You do through me as great things I done. And now You gently me, lovingly You take me And hold me as my and me as my maker.
I ask you: "How many times will you me up, When I keep on you down? And each I will fall 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 in the power of My daily sufficient grace." At I may grow weak and a bit discouraged, that someone, somewhere could do a job. For who am I to serve I know I don't You. And that's the part that in my heart and keeps me on.
I ask you: "How many will you pick me up, When I keep on letting you And each time I will fall short of glory, How far will forgiveness "And You answer: "My child, I you. And as as you're seeking My face, You'll walk in the power of My sufficient grace." You are so with me, Lord.
As I walk You, I'm learning what grace really means. The price that I could never pay was at Calvary. So, instead of to repay You, I'm learning to simply You By giving up my to you For all that You've to me.
I ask "How many times will you pick me up, I keep on letting you down? And each I will fall short of Your glory, How far will forgiveness "And You answer: "My child, I you. And as long as seeking My face, You'll walk in the power of My sufficient grace"