IaLP

Who am I, dear God in heaven?
Who are we that we are able to worship You

You who gave me a voice to sing
hands to clap
arms to raise
feet to dance
head to bow
knees to bend.

You gave me these things
so that I would be even worthy enough
to give all of these things back to You
to simply worship you

I am not worthy, Lord.

For every time I fall and stumble
and every time I fail,
I end up face down
with a mouth full of dirt,
lips cut opened,
chest pressed in,
and with cheeks covered in tears.

In my loneliness
and darkness
and despair
I cry out
I will sing to You, O Lord
I will sing of your goodness and your mercy

In the hopes
of my praises to You
that you would kneel down
to lift me up
as I struggle to cling to Your robe
and I wrap my arms around you.

With my heart broken,
I will say,
I’m sorry
God of mercy!
Save me.
I am worthless without You.
there is no one else for me
I love you, my Lord.

In that precious moment,
that my ears strain for the words I am so desperately to hear.
How sweet is the sound when I hear those words from Your lips:

I have you
I got you
I am not going anywhere
I have always been here
There is nowhere else I rather be
than here with you.
I will fix you
I will heal you
I will help you
I love you, my beautiful child
and nothing will ever come between us.