Sunday, June 20, 2010


I have not much to offer you:
Not near what You deserve,
But still I come because Your cross
Has placed in me my worth.

Oh, Christ my King of sympathy
Whose wounds secure my peace,
Your grace extends to call me friend,
Your mercy sets me free!

And I know I'm weak,
I know I'm unworthy
to call upon Your name,
But because of grace,
Because of Your mercy
I stand here unashamed.

I can't explain this kind of love;
I'm humbled and amazed
That You'd come down
From heaven's heights
And greet me face to face.

Here I am at Your feet
In my brokenness complete.


Gloria said...

I loved when you did this last time... is this a song or a poem? I said that I was going to copy the idea but never did, I gotta do that!

gideonmommasita said...

It's a song we sung in church yesterday and I copied the idea from my blogging buddy Sheri at Leaking Window. There were thoughts I wanted to put down about the song and then just cheated by putting up the pictures.

sister sheri said...

Just beautiful... and I don't think the photos were cheating... your thoughts are very apparent in these pictures.