Lord, open my eyes, that I may truly see
Your love, a seed planted deep within my heart,
Lord, in Your grace, let visions of peace arise—
A quiet whisper, a blest dream that lifts the soul.
From the darkest pits of sin, You raise me high,
Through Your forgiveness, You heal my broken heart,
In Your Word, a promise that revives the weary,
My gaze fixed on You, unshaken by the storm.
Lord, the battles I fight, You know them all,
In Your patience, You carry me when I fall,
In Your love, the dawn breaks, gentle and bright,
My breath, my life—every beat, because of You.
Lord, my Savior, my Strength, my Redeemer,
With every fiber of my being, I am humbled,
By Your outrageous grace, more vast than the stars,
A love that is boundless, that never grows cold.
You lift me when I cannot stand on my own,
Your mercy is a river, flowing ever free,
I am but a vessel, held in Your embrace,
And in this grace, I find my true home.
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