Out on the farthest edge
There in the silence
You were there
My faith was torn to shreds
Heart in the balance
And You were there
Always faithful, always good
You still have me
You still have my heart
I thought I had seen the end
Everything broken
But You were there
I've wandered at heaven's gates
I've made my bed in hell
You were there still
Always faithful, always good
You still have me
You still have my heart
You have me, You have me
You have my heart completely
You have me, You have me
You have my heart completely
how could i forget how You've brought me through the darkest days of life?
thoughts of late:
i know we've all been called to a specific purpose.
how much of my life am i willing to give up to serve His purposes?
can i put my hand on my heart to say
that where ever He calls me to, i will follow?
or am i just willing to give to the point where it ceases to be comfortable?
the more i question, the more i'm afraid,
that as i dig deep, i could only find selfish desires
a life of comfort in the pursuit of self-happiness
living for the applause of others
i'm sorry if i ever entertained that kind of life
change my heart and make me love You more and more
make me love people more and more
There in the silence
You were there
My faith was torn to shreds
Heart in the balance
And You were there
Always faithful, always good
You still have me
You still have my heart
I thought I had seen the end
Everything broken
But You were there
I've wandered at heaven's gates
I've made my bed in hell
You were there still
Always faithful, always good
You still have me
You still have my heart
You have me, You have me
You have my heart completely
You have me, You have me
You have my heart completely
how could i forget how You've brought me through the darkest days of life?
thoughts of late:
i know we've all been called to a specific purpose.
how much of my life am i willing to give up to serve His purposes?
can i put my hand on my heart to say
that where ever He calls me to, i will follow?
or am i just willing to give to the point where it ceases to be comfortable?
the more i question, the more i'm afraid,
that as i dig deep, i could only find selfish desires
a life of comfort in the pursuit of self-happiness
living for the applause of others
busking in His blessings
choosing the better and comfortable
over the best but rough and less-trodden route
choosing the better and comfortable
over the best but rough and less-trodden route
i'm sorry if i ever entertained that kind of life
change my heart and make me love You more and more
make me love people more and more