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