Glorious Disgrace by Seth Davey

Words in the Wounds by Seth Davey

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Glorious Disgrace
by Seth Davey

Album: Words in the Wounds

You don't need my songs - You see through my Sunday best
You don't need my works to compliment Your righteousness
You don't need my words - my poetry does not impress You, God.
You don't need my faith - You still move despite my doubt
You don't need my voice - the rocks and trees are crying out
You don't need my love - that's not what this is all about, Oh God.

It's hard to face this
But when I see Your face I see what grace is
It's a glorious disgrace
That You would condescend to love me
You would condescend to love me.
When You're the Author of all the good I've every done
And all I offer is borrowed breath from borrowed lungs
But You still condescend to love me
You still condescend to love me.

Without Your breath in my lungs
Without Your words on my tongue
Without Your voice speaking all things.
Without Your blood in my heart
Without Your cross as my mark
Without Your love in the offering.

Without Your breath in my lungs
Without Your words on my tongue
Without Your voice speaking all things.
Without Your blood in my heart
Without Your cross as my mark
Without Your love I am nothing.