I am broken
I am open
I am weak

My master
My Christ
I seek

There is nothing in me that I love
Except His love fallen from above
There is nothing that matters, nothing that shines,
Nothing of importance that I can find

And if you are to love me, if you’re to accept me,
If you are to think any great things of me,
It is not my successes, not who I am, not my life
It is His grace overpowering my strife

I try
I fall
He raises me again

I try
I fall
He raises me again

May 2005