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, lovingly You take me And me as my father and me as my maker.
I ask you: "How many times will you me up, When I keep on you down? And each time I will short of Your glory, How far forgiveness 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 times I may grow and a bit discouraged, that someone, somewhere do a better job. For who am I to You? I know I deserve You. And that's the part that in my heart and me hanging on.
I ask "How many times will you pick me up, When I on letting you down? And time I will fall short of Your glory, How far will abound? "And You "My child, I love you. And as long as seeking My face, You'll walk in the of My daily sufficient grace." You are so patient me, Lord.
As I walk with You, I'm what Your grace means. The price 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 You've to me.
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 seeking My face, You'll in the power of My daily sufficient grace"