| My heart is so proud
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| My eyes are so unfocused
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| I see the things You’ve done through me
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| As great things I have done
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| And now You gently break me
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| I cry just like a baby
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| You hold me as my Father
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| And mold me as my Maker
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| And I ask You
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| How many times will You pick me up
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| When I keep on letting You down?
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| And each time I will fall short of Your glory
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| How far will forgiveness aboud?
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| And You answer, «My child, I love you
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| And as long as you’re seeking My face
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| You’ll walk in the power of My daily sufficient, grace.»
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| At times I may grow weak
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| And feel a bit discouraged
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| Knowing that someone somewhere
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| Can do a better job
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| For who am I to serve You?
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| I know, I don’t deserve You
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| But that’s the part, that burns in my heart
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| And keeps me hanging on
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| And You are so patient with me, Lord
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| As I walk with You, I’m learning
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| About what Your grace really means
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| How all of my transgressions
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| Were paid at Calvary
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| So instead of trying to repay You
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| I’m learning to simply obey You
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| By giving up my life to You
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| For all that You’ve given to me |