Antigua, Guatemala
Sometimes it is so good to stop and humbly remember who God is and who I am.
You come to me in my weakness.
You have come to me in my sin.
Your holiness did not keep you away,
Your blood built a bridge.
What I would call a disaster
And have seen as only a mess,
You trade for something beautiful
In the power of your holiness.
Though I attempt it on my own,
To walk as one not broken,
You have made my weakness evident.
You have made your power known.
It is you that I look to,
The one that I adore.
My strength, my joy, my song
And the only one I live for.
