People always tell me: Pour out your
heart to God.
I dont know how—why—
I just tell Him what I want,
What I think He wants to hear.
And there is something not quite
A barrier between us makes me question:
Does God really hear my prayers?
Is He really there?
Yet life goes on,
The feelings of discomfort
Brushed under the carpet.
Surely all is well?
Being honest with yourself is a hard
thing to do.
Then I am reminded of Gods love,
How He made me His child
According to the good pleasure of His will.
He was so happy to come to earth for
He was so glad to suffer on the cross for me
He wanted to bear my sins for me
Think about His love.
How can anyone be worthy of this sacrifice?
Least of all
Think about His love.
He already knows the person that I am.
I am the one who doesnt.
Who is this person He died for?
I must search myself to know
Who is this person God loves?
To know the extent of His love
His love opens my reluctant,
Looking into myself, reflecting deeply
Weaknesses I could not bring myself to admit
Even to myself,
Sins I convinced myself were nothing, not really sins.
And yet now it is so clearX
If being honest with yourself is hard
Being honest with God is even harder.
This hidden, unexpected truth
How can I come to Him so unworthy?
Unworthy of His love, His great sacrifice
It is in this love, this sacrifice, that I have faith.
He knew all along what I had hidden
He knew and still He chose to suffer
With boldness I must come
Before the High Priest
The throne of grace
To pour out what I have discovered deep
Within my heart
To admit the ugly truth
The truth He knew all along
Of who I really am
In prayer the veil is lifted
my heart poured out
like water before
the face of the Lord
deep within me
but still the mercy of the Lord
from everlasting to everlasting
and I finally see how
is as high as the heavens above
and why His unfailing compassions
seem new each morning
He knows more than any friend
He is nearer than any sister or brother
He knew from the start who I am
and now I know
I no longer need to pretend
for my closest Friend knows
the person behind the veil
My grace is sufficient for you
For My strength is made perfect in weakness. (2 Cor 12:9a)