I’m finding that I’ve prayed and prayed
But seldom stopped to praise Him for the ways that He has saved
And all of the times He kept us safe
From the countless evils He preyed and slayed.
And for the sovereign decisions that He made
So His undefeatable power could be displayed
And His glorious goodness would be portrayed
Through our immeasurable debt He graciously paid.
Do we brush off this unthinkable grace
Perhaps, at times, just to save face
So we don’t have to feel out of place
And we can be well liked as we embrace
The desires of the flesh that take up space
In the hearts that He made, pushing out His grace
While quickly, the Truth, these lies try to replace
As the flesh gives way to a worldly chase?