Sometimes I trust money more than you
I’m so ashamed to say it’s true.
I forget that You can provide
And I hide.
I hide from your arms of love
I hide from those I know
I’m so afraid to show
What I’m really made of.
Dirt and water
Oh father
You made this body out of nothing,
Then why do I value worthless idols?
Why don’t I trust you?
Because You’ve always come through.
I have countless stories
Of how you have sent the stranger
To help me not to worry
Just like you sent the manger.
Oh Father, may I worship You
Like I want to.
You have been so very good
And one thing I know
I don’t deserve it.
My faith is very weak.
I have yet to develop the confidence I seek
So I’m chasing forward towards the kingdom.
I’m running towards freedom.
Capture my heart again
Show me what holds real value.
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