You formed my inward parts
you love me still
You search out my path and lying down
...acquainted with all my ways
you love me still
why do I seek for love and acceptance in appearance of strong faith?
This plastic fruit
this love pursuit
its folly in the end
You know my rising
my lying down
you love me just the same
You see my weakness
my selfish desires
Your love, O Lord, abounds the more
Oh to love how you love me
I cannot comprehend
this grace, this mercy
when I'm so dirty
help me to find the end
The end of me
my selfish ways
to somehow fit a mold
that I create and imitate
to find someone to hold
But you hold me
from birth till now
the mold you knitted then
is still at work
despite this sin
with grace I see within
A deeper cause
A deeper love
that no man can achieve
why do I seek for love and acceptance in appearance of strong faith?
This plastic fruit
this love pursuit
its folly in the end
You formed me
You saved me
You raised me
You know me,
You love me all the same
till your kingdom come may I live as wonderfully as I was made
to your glory and your renown
to love you all the same
1 comment:
I love this. It's so beautiful. I love how you talk about fitting a Christ-like mold so you can be worthy of finding someone and being loved. You're speaking truth for so many women. I love you and am so glad you're using your talents to grow in our Healer.
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