If I could make just one request,
I would mark all the days I had left
I'd rather not be known for treasures and fame or trophies I know will fade
Instead I would rather be known,
by the kindness and love that I've shown
to be known for patience and long suffering,
a giver of life by the words that I speak
So with every breath You give to breathe
I pray it's Your glory that they see
and of all the words this world could say
may they say I was full of grace
I'll be the first to confess
I'm not always found at my best,
but Lord be my strength in those moments I'm weak,
and I'll keep on giving the grace I've received
So with every breath You give to breathe
I pray it's Your glory that they see
and of all the words this world could say
may they say I am full of grace
And finally when I see your face
and I've reached the end of my race
I don't want to be known for finishing strong,
but as someone that your grace carried all along
So with every breath You give to breathe
I pray it's Your glory that they see
and of all the words this world could say
may they say I was full of grace
{Grace only sticks to our imperfections}
Oh Jesus, may grace reign over me.
May I live it and breathe it.
May I never take your grace for granted.
Without it, I am nothing.
Grace for my soul,
today, tomorrow, forever.
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