The more I see of God in me
The more detestable I find
The faults I carry with me
That in the past I didn’t mind
How I loath the weakness that I bear
And pray God will give release
From the nagging thorns provoking
So I can live with me in peace.
Please have patience, give me time
I really need your grace
The Potter hasn’t finished yet
I’m still running in the race
I know there’re many faults you see
But my list on me is longer
Don’t despise my weakness
Help me if you’re stronger.
I appreciate all the prayers you pray
And thanks if you are fasting
Your faith will lift me higher
And do a work that’s lasting.
But now I hear God softly say
My grace is all sufficient
No guilty stain of sin remains
The Blood was all efficient.
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