My s so proud. My is so unfocused. I see the things You do me as things I have done. And now You break me, then lovingly You me And me as my father and me as my maker.
I ask "How many times will you pick me up, I keep on letting you down? And each time I will fall of Your glory, How far will forgiveness "And You answer: "My child, I you. And as long as you're My face, You'll walk in the of My daily sufficient grace." At times I may grow and a bit discouraged, that someone, somewhere could do a 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 you: "How many times you pick me up, When I on letting you down? And time I will fall short of Your glory, How far will forgiveness "And You "My child, I love you. And as long as 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 really means. The price that I could pay was paid at Calvary. So, of trying to repay You, I'm learning to obey You By up my life to you For all You've given to me.
I ask you: "How many times will you 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 you're My face, You'll in the power of My daily sufficient grace"