Dear God, how wonderful u are..
u see treasures in clay jars
u made the zillions stars and every wonder in the universe
weaving together every detail of the human body
loving what u made
deep in sin
away in our own worlds
what did u see in us God?
that made u do what u did
that u gave all u could and came all the way
can i just confess that i do not think well of myself
i even despise myself sometimes, for the things i did, for the things i said
yet everytime i turn to the cross
i see Your work
I see those nails and Your hands
i cant help but weep
At the impossibilty becoming reality
why?
how can it be?
That God u died for me.
