My s so proud. My is so unfocused. I see the You do through me as great things I done. And now You break me, then You take me And hold me as my and me as my maker.
I ask "How many times will you pick me up, I keep on letting you down? And time 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 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 serve I know I don't You. And that's the part that burns in my and keeps me on.
I ask you: "How times will you pick me up, When I keep on you down? And each time I will short of Your glory, How far will 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 walk You, I'm learning what Your really means. The that I could never pay was paid at Calvary. So, instead of to repay You, I'm learning to obey You By giving up my to you For all that given to me.
I ask "How many times will you pick 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 daily grace"