The greater tragedy is that my sin makes a mockery of God's glory. My pride is concerned that I have been a twit. Against God I sin. My heart ought to be more concerned for what I've done to God's reputation. O, how I scorn the one who came and died to give me himself.
All Sufficient Grace
Fallen again, forgot the truth.
Thought I knew better than you.
Closed my eyes, and turned away,
Made a twit out of myself.
Listened to me, and walked away.
Made a mockery of my king.
I've no defence, without excuse.
Fell for my stupid lies again.
Can grace extend, to cover me?
Mercy for this foolish wretch.
I run to you, the perfect one.
By your death gave me yourself.
Been so blind, been so lost,
Yet you found me and now I see.
Been so wrong, been so proud,
Humbled to meet life's true delight.
Let the world see, you rescued me.
In you I stand unashamed.
No greater joy, than knowing you.
To share eternal life in God.
My only hope, is your grace.
All sufficient for my soul.
My only plea, is Jesus Christ.
Who reigns supreme forevermore.
© Dave Bish, 2005