Monday, September 12, 2016

At the end of the day...

At the end of the day
When my light fades away,

When I'm called to go home,
No time left to roam,

Two things I know are true,
Two things I hold to.

I've done a lot wrong,
too weak to be strong,

I've hurt people I love,
That's one thing I'm sick of.

I've never been devoted
I'm sure many have noted.

I know I should be a light,
I know I should burn bright.

I know what I should be
But I also know me.

I'm not the person I want me to be,
I try and fail, I know that you see,

But the thing I know more,
Is God is not keeping score.

With Him I can't pretend,
He knows all my days to the end.

He knows I will get so much wrong,
He knows I will be weak, not strong.

So, at the end of my days,
when he takes me away,

The only thing that mattered,
is the body that was battered,

The hands that were scarred,
The side that was marred,

The Son of God, Messiah, Savior
friend of this sinner, not my behavior.

On the Grace of God through Christ I stand,
sins washed away by the blood on His hand.





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