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 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 time I will fall short of glory, How far forgiveness abound? "And You answer: "My child, I you. And as long as seeking My face, You'll walk in the power of My sufficient grace." At times I may grow and a bit discouraged, that someone, somewhere do a better job. For who am I to You? I know I don't You. And that's the part that burns in my and me hanging on.
I ask "How many times will you pick me up, When I on letting you down? And each time I will fall short of glory, How far will forgiveness "And You answer: "My child, I you. And as long as 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 Your grace means. The price that I never pay was paid at Calvary. So, instead of to repay You, I'm learning to simply You By up my life to you For all that You've to me.
I ask "How many times will you pick me up, When I on letting you down? 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"