Where do I stand with you Lord?
I worship you from afar…
I try to draw close
But forever remain afar
You break through the fog and
To get to where I am
Oh what a loving God you are
And what a silly child you have:
For when thou reachest me
I sit on my threshold and refuseth
To rise up!
What more can a loving Father do?
What pain could be greater than
Death on a cross?
Oh wretched soul that I am
Who shall deliver me from this body
I will lift my eyes to the cross
For it carries more meaning than I
It demands not but supplies…..
Grace to run the blessed race……..
Not by might but by HIS SPIRIT