October 7, 2011 by Heather Harris
I may not be the strongest.
I may not be trangressionless,
But I am free, forgiven, blessed,
Redeemed by the Son, and given rest.
So I will run hard, facing every test
Laid before my path with fervor and zest
For the One who took this weight from my chest,
The One who I can never impress,
but who loves me for me, in spite of my mess.
He fills me completely, drives out my emptiness.
So though I’m not always at my best,
I thank God for His forgiveness,
His mercy, His love that paid my debts,
So that I could be eternally blessed.
Life forever with Him: now that’s happiness.