Sometimes I cry
When I stand before God in wonder
And think of HIs great love and grace
I see Him holy and full of splendor
I start to sing
As praise ascends to my lips
Still I see His glory and srength
But fear hides that I am His
Tho Christ I see
A shame remains deep within
Years of brokeness and stans have soiled
The fabric of my soul so thin
Then I hear Him
Still I hold you in my arms
I am here and you are mine
Rest in me, I'll shield you from harm
And so I breathe
Deeply from my heart once more
The shell around me broken again
My gaze returns heaven ward
I consider
All that Jesus Christ has done for me
All that His grace has wrought
My spirit is lifted as I bow my knee
And, sometimes I cry
"You shall be holy, for I the Lord your God am holy."
Leviticus 19:2b ESV
