| Whenever I had the nerve to think that I had outgrown my teacher
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| Or I was living too good to listen to the preacher
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| You’d make it so that I would realize my disillusion
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| Then I’d have to re-evaluate some things
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| At one time I was truly a circumstantial kind of praiser
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| Only when things were going good I’d lift my voice to worship
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| Forgetting, when all of the chips were down who faitfully stayed around
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| And helped me out, Lord I don’t know how
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| At times, I lost sight of my faith
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| At times, I tried
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| But I found it hard to wait on You
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| Many times I have taken things in my own hands
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| And messed up bad
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| So here I am singing
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| This is me
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| (In my entirety)
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| This is me
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| (A person saved by grace)
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| Humbly, confessing:
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| With you I’m something but without you I’m nothing Lord
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| This is me
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| (So plain and ordinary)
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| This is me
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| (Minus everything fancy)
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| Placed simply here
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| To give you praises and give you honor to your name
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| Through trials you mold me
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| I’m forever a work of art in progress
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| Though I don’t always seem to see it
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| Yes it does manifest
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| It’s just so evidently
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| No one can deny that You’re the one
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| Working through me, so I can be
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| What you called me
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| With thoughts of faith I read Your Word
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| And boldly proclaim my blessing
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| And with my whole heart I will worship you
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| Simply for being above all things
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| The morning star that brings light and hope for me
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| Lord I really need thee
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| I pray that you forgive me for the times I couldn’t take at your Word
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| Word Lord, I am willing to give my everything
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| Everything to please thee
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| Lord, you grace is more than sufficient and
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| As for your will for me
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| I accept it and
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| Who I am in You I’m confident and I believe
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| Please here me
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| I come to thee |