Trying to clean yourself
it's like pouring out a glass of sin
Yah its empty but you need it fun again
So we fill it up with the things we like
We try to make ourselves just right
We pronounce to God
'Am I whole again?'
And we act like our works....
brought us back to Him again.
We run around with our 'precious' glass
Showing it off like we passed
Our goal was a test that never existed...
To earn the love that was graciously given...
We have failed to see that the test was easy
That at the top is said just love Me..
So we waste our lives living a test
A test that was never meant to be passed...
Deceived we are to think we earn to be holy
When truth is we yearn to become it
We dump out our glass time after time
Hoping each time will be 'that time'
That time we finally get it right
We use God as a master piece, priceless work of art
We see His painting and want that beauty for ourselves...
So we strive to copy each time messing up.
We don't get this line correct or that stroke just right
So we throw away our dirty canvas and ask God
for a new one...
try and try and try again...
and when we think it is just right
we bring it before the Appraiser...
We exclaim the lines that are so clean...
But even if there is one mistake
It is a waist
A waist of a perfectly good canvas...
We cry and mourn for our life we wasted...
We would have been better off if we tried to waste it...
We realize now when our cup was empty...
All we had to do was trust in the one who said Love me...
And our canvas would have been painted by the Creator...
Not one mistake ever made by His gracious hand...
it's like pouring out a glass of sin
Yah its empty but you need it fun again
So we fill it up with the things we like
We try to make ourselves just right
We pronounce to God
'Am I whole again?'
And we act like our works....
brought us back to Him again.
We run around with our 'precious' glass
Showing it off like we passed
Our goal was a test that never existed...
To earn the love that was graciously given...
We have failed to see that the test was easy
That at the top is said just love Me..
So we waste our lives living a test
A test that was never meant to be passed...
Deceived we are to think we earn to be holy
When truth is we yearn to become it
We dump out our glass time after time
Hoping each time will be 'that time'
That time we finally get it right
We use God as a master piece, priceless work of art
We see His painting and want that beauty for ourselves...
So we strive to copy each time messing up.
We don't get this line correct or that stroke just right
So we throw away our dirty canvas and ask God
for a new one...
try and try and try again...
and when we think it is just right
we bring it before the Appraiser...
We exclaim the lines that are so clean...
But even if there is one mistake
It is a waist
A waist of a perfectly good canvas...
We cry and mourn for our life we wasted...
We would have been better off if we tried to waste it...
We realize now when our cup was empty...
All we had to do was trust in the one who said Love me...
And our canvas would have been painted by the Creator...
Not one mistake ever made by His gracious hand...
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