Maybe I’ll read a book.
Maybe I’ll study this.
Anything I can do to pull this heart out of the abyss
Maybe I’ll study this.
Anything I can do to pull this heart out of the abyss
Of emptiness. Loneliness. Insecurity
at best.
Watching as the time ticks, life--
feeling meaningless.
I look around me at the victories
achieved,
Lessons learned, messages received.
Lessons learned, messages received.
And ask quietly within the depths of
my heart—Why can’t it be about me?
“Take up your cross and follow me”
Were words not for comfort, but of
suffering.
Suffering to become the best YOU you can be
Suffering to become the best YOU you can be
By denying, refusing and saying no to
yourself—Daily.
In a world that glorifies self-
sufficiency,
my efforts are failing—miserably.
my efforts are failing—miserably.
You healed the doubter, the dead, the
blind and the lame
With a touch of your hand or the sound
of Your name
The demons left without you uttering a
word,
For they feared your authority, they
knew who you were.
Such miracles, so fascinating, so
glorious and majestic
So when I ask you for help in the small things, why do I feel so pathetic?
So when I ask you for help in the small things, why do I feel so pathetic?
My heart, my heart. Always confusing
it’s place
On the throne in the center or dead
beneath the grave
Its all about you, all about your
Glory
Its not about me, it’s not my Story.
Help me to find the joys of walking right behind you,
Learning more about your heart, with
my eyes fixed on the view
Of the Man who holds my heart, my
future and my destiny
So lucky to be found by the One who dearly loves me.
So lucky to be found by the One who dearly loves me.
