Desmond and the Clumsiness.

You think I’d have it down by now
Been practicin’ for thirty years
I should have walked a thousand miles

So what am I still doin’ here
Reachin’ out for that same old piece of forbidden fruit
I slip and fall and I knock my halo loose
Somebody tell me what’s a boy supposed to do?

I’m gonna get it right this time
I’ll be strong and I’ll make You proud
I’ve prayed that prayer a thousand times

But the rooster crows and my tears roll down (again)
Then You remind me You made me from the dust
And I can never, no never, be good enough
And that You’re not gonna let that come between us

From where I stand
Your holiness is up so high
I can never reach it
My only hope is to fall on Jesus

I get so clumsy
I get so foolish
I get so stupid
And then I feel so useless

But You’re sayin’ You love me
And You’re still gonna hold me
And that You wanna be near me
‘Cause You’re makin’ me holy
You’re still makin’ me holy, yeah

-Chris Rice, Clumsy.

I can't even begin to imagine how You do it. Becos, if it was me, I would have given up. A Long Time Ago.

Still, Your love runs so deep, it overwhelms me. I could turn to a thousand directions, and there You'd still be.

Waiting.

How do You do it? Why do You do it?

" Through the Lord's mercies we are not consumed, Because His compassions fail not. They are new every morning; Great is Your faithfulness." -Lamentations 3: 22- 23