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,

How far will forgiveness abound?"

And You answer: "My child, I love you.

And as long as you’re seeking My face,

You’ll walk in the power of My daily sufficient

At times I may grow weak

and feel a bit discouraged,

Knowing that someone,

somewhere Could do a better job.

For who am I to serve You?

I know I don’t deserve You.

And that’s the part that burns in my heart

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