My s so proud. My is so unfocused. I see the You do through me as things I have done. And now You gently me, then 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 keep on letting you And each time I will fall of Your glory, How far forgiveness abound? "And You "My child, I love you. And as long as you're My face, walk in the power of My daily sufficient grace." At times I may weak and a bit discouraged, that someone, somewhere do a better job. For who am I to You? I I don't deserve You. And that's the part that in my heart and keeps me on.
I ask you: "How many times will you me up, I keep on letting 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 walk in the power of My daily grace." You are so with me, Lord.
As I with You, I'm learning what grace 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 keep on you down? And each I will fall short of Your glory, How far will abound? "And You answer: "My child, I you. And as long as seeking My face, You'll walk in the power of My daily grace"