Author: Marno

Not in the success nor in the failure of yesterday,
but holding on to the sufficiency of His grace this day.
That is all that can make my heart stay,
and drives me to my knees to pray:

Where shall I run?
Where shall I hide?

I have nothing to bring,
except every evil conceivable thing,
to which my hands daily would cling.
O empty me O Lord of everything,
save me o loving righteous King,
clothe me with with His garment of righteousness,
that I might loudly sing:

Except my filthy ring,
that bound me to every evil thing,
even to serve the One who is of earth the King.
And accepting this ring,
my Beloved the heavenly King,

For that is not within me,
to please Thee,
for I am full of sin and filthy.
Oh but by adoring and believing in His loving grace,
joy and peace fills my face,

Vain is the vine that bears no fruit,
the fire reserved is its only suit.

Set my heart ablaze,
with a holy zeal ignited by your loving face.
Not a zeal without knowledge,
not seeking my own righteousness to acknowledge.

I wait upon my LORD in dependence.
I open my mouth wide and He fills,
yes He fills it, with glorious songs of deliverance.
His glorious grace sounding forth from all the hills.

Can I call Him LORD and Master,
but I decide to what extend to obey His command?

Let the fear of your Name stay,
and unite my heart to it day by day.
For with blood your Son did pay,
let His word guide me on the way.
One thing I do pray,