Take me by the hand, and lead me in wonder. Diving in your arms to where defeat can find me no longer. A love that I will follow til the ends of the waters, a love abounding in grace redeeming your sons and daughters. 

Take me by the hand, and lead me in wonder. Diving in your arms to where defeat can find me no longer. A love that I will follow til the ends of the waters, a love abounding in grace redeeming your sons and daughters. 

And what could I possibly say about these things ? I am a mess and a screw up. I am fallible. Yet, I hear you make much of nothing. Out of the broken you make things new and whole. Is this true ? How could you possibly love this tired heart. Tired of idols, tired of hoping, tired of self. So down cast, O’ my soul. For I once Adam, sheepishly hiding from your tender love. Ashamed and embracing the dark. Naked and filled with angst. 
Yet your love knows no bounds. You searched for me O’ Lord, in the mist of all my shame and disgusting sin. What could I possibly say about these things? I deserve death, yet with no merits of my own you lavish upon me your grace. 
I am a lover of grace, and a lover of your mercy. 
Psalm 86:13 — For great is your steadfast love toward me; you have delivered my soul from the depths of Sheol.

And what could I possibly say about these things ? I am a mess and a screw up. I am fallible. Yet, I hear you make much of nothing. Out of the broken you make things new and whole. Is this true ? How could you possibly love this tired heart. Tired of idols, tired of hoping, tired of self. So down cast, O’ my soul. For I once Adam, sheepishly hiding from your tender love. Ashamed and embracing the dark. Naked and filled with angst. 

Yet your love knows no bounds. You searched for me O’ Lord, in the mist of all my shame and disgusting sin. What could I possibly say about these things? I deserve death, yet with no merits of my own you lavish upon me your grace. 

I am a lover of grace, and a lover of your mercy. 

Psalm 86:13 — For great is your steadfast love toward me; you have delivered my soul from the depths of Sheol.

It’s always easier to worship when we have a reason to, when life’s bliss is like sweet honey to our hearts. But what about when we life turns bitter? Why is it we are likely to curse God than instead of worship. It’s true, we need a reason to worship, but he alone is our reason, because he is worthy. Not our circumstances or “blessings”, because in the end, if that’s all we seek, we are only worshiping ourselves. 

It’s always easier to worship when we have a reason to, when life’s bliss is like sweet honey to our hearts. But what about when we life turns bitter? Why is it we are likely to curse God than instead of worship. It’s true, we need a reason to worship, but he alone is our reason, because he is worthy. Not our circumstances or “blessings”, because in the end, if that’s all we seek, we are only worshiping ourselves. 

I often find it hard to evaluate my spiritual life. I equate my value through my actions more than i do my intentions. Which is pretty selfish of me actually. Who am I to give myself value? Through my works? Through my myself? Through my words? It’s a great thing we live on grace and not actions. But we must seek our God daily. Blessings to you my friends. 

I often find it hard to evaluate my spiritual life. I equate my value through my actions more than i do my intentions. Which is pretty selfish of me actually. Who am I to give myself value? Through my works? Through my myself? Through my words? It’s a great thing we live on grace and not actions. But we must seek our God daily. Blessings to you my friends.