My heart is so proud.
My eyes are so unfocused.
I see the things You did to me as great things I have done.
And now you gently break me, and I'm crying just like a baby.
You hold 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, Father forgiveness abound.
And you answer, "My child, I love you. For as long as you're seeking my face, you'll walk in the power of My daily sufficient grace."
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