~Grace

My heart is so proud, my mind is so unfocused. I see the things you do through me, as great things I have done. And now you gently break me, then lovingly you take me, and mold me as my Father and mold me as my maker. 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 forgivness abound? And you answer, "My child, I love you, And as long as your seeking my face, you'll walk in the power of my daily sufficiant grace. At times I may grow weak, And feel a bit discouraged, Knowing someone else out there, could do a better job. For who am I 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. As I walk with you I'm learning, What your grace really means, The price that I could never pay, Was 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. 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 forgivness abound? And you answer, "My child, I love you. And as long as your seeking my face, You'll walk in the power of my daily sufficient grace." ~Laura Story