There are scratches on my skin, Where I once struggled to hold on - When I thought I could not make it, I thought all hope was gone. Somehow you found me - Clinging on with my fingernails, Something not letting me go, And You made me Yours. You made me beautiful to You. When I feel alone, You are always with me. When I wanted to be gone, You kept me alive, Though I did not deserve to live - Though I wanted to die, You blessed me with breath. Tonight I want to thank You, For being a God of grace, A God of mercy, For being my God. I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well. Psalm 139:14
Jeff
Jeff