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, 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 I will fall short of Your glory, How far will abound? "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, Knowing someone, could do a better job. For who am I to You? I I don't 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 letting you And each time I will 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." You are so with me, Lord.
As I with You, I'm learning what Your really means. The price that I 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 You've given to me.
I ask you: "How times will you pick me up, When I 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 of My daily sufficient grace"