Stitch by Stitch

Let us grow in the grace of your magnificence
And the knowledge of your omnipotence,
Our Savior and Lord.

At all times you can stop us,
but You allow us to make our own choices.

You or this world, this flesh or Your Word.
What will it be? To be torn

The accuser is there to tempt and to dare,
Draw out our old selves, with pleasure to spare.
God gives us His will, His strength to deny,
Nailed to the cross, in His Son we abide.

Not deserving this gift, but His love is so pure,
An unfathomable sacrifice, He had to endure.
Rejection and scorn, or salvation and truth,
The flesh or the throne, it's ours to choose.

Walking blind in the mud, a deep void in our hearts
Striving for more, not enough from the start
A false self we construct, wrong desires at the core,
Behind a two-way mirror, our true selves blocked by a door

Separation and loneliness, the serpent’s greatest tools
With razor sharp tongues, we lie and scorn like fools
Heavy burdens are lifted, if only we discern
With vigor and grace, we did not earn

Our chance is not gone, if ourselves we let go
Hand over our hearts, and the truth we will know
Caught up in His glory, let it shine through our eyes
Recognizing we can reflect, God’s image with our lives