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Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Inside Out

I try to hide my sins from You
              like so much dirty laundry
                      crammed under the bed.
But You don't look on the outside and You already know
                all the thoughts that are running through my head
          (even before I think them).
You see me from the inside, out -
        my win
              my loss
                    my heart
                          my soul
                                my fear
                                      my sin
                                            my doubt
Still You love me and hear my prayer
                              when all my life is
                                      laid out bare.
       You wore my stripes upon Your back,
                     bore my sins, took up the slack.
Where I fall short, Your grace abounds!
                  When I am lost, there I am found.
        You paid the debt for where I fail.
               It cost Your blood, a cross, a nail.
    Still You endured and sacrificed,
                                             You cried
                                              and bled
                                              and paid the price.
          From the inside, out You've always known me.
                  Who am I ?  Please, Father, show me,
                                                  show me who I'm meant to be.
                                        I surrender all, I surrender me.

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