O God, You love me better than my words,
You love me better than the things I do,
You care for me more than a flock of birds,
and You want me to also care for You.
You care less what I do and more for me,
less than out here, You want the me inside,
less than my sins, my soul You sigh to see,
ignoring You is what You least abide.
No matter what, You always take me back,
more than my words or deeds, You want my heart,
Your mercy makes up all for what I lack,
so long as I confess, "How great Thou art."
Your grace, forgiveness given like a river,
when someday I stand up, Lord, and deliver.
-- by Pete Voelz 11/07
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