Depth of Mercy
Selah
Depth of mercy can there be
Mercy still reserved for me?
Can my God His wrath forbear,
Me, the chief of sinners, spare?
Heaven find me on my knees
Hear my soul's impassioned plea
Depth of mercy can there be
Mercy still reserved for me
Now incline me to repent,
Let me now my sins lament,
Deeply my revolt deplore,
Weep, believe, and sin no more.
Heaven find me on my knees
Hear my soul's impassioned plea
Depth of mercy can there be
Mercy still reserved for me
Selah
Depth of mercy can there be
Mercy still reserved for me?
Can my God His wrath forbear,
Me, the chief of sinners, spare?
Heaven find me on my knees
Hear my soul's impassioned plea
Depth of mercy can there be
Mercy still reserved for me
Now incline me to repent,
Let me now my sins lament,
Deeply my revolt deplore,
Weep, believe, and sin no more.
Heaven find me on my knees
Hear my soul's impassioned plea
Depth of mercy can there be
Mercy still reserved for me
"Now incline me to repent, Let me now my sins lament"
My favorite line, not because it makes me feel happy, but because it makes me feel real. How often do I go through each day, not at all thinking of how the things I do and the things I think have real weight and meaning. It matters. Not in an ego-centric way, like what I think has the same impact as what Roger Goodell thinks. I mean it really matters when it comes to the reflection of my soul. And if I don't stop and evaluate what I'm thinking, then my life is gonna start to get messy, and look a whole lot more like my ugly selfishness than God's gorgeous compassion.
My favorite line, not because it makes me feel happy, but because it makes me feel real. How often do I go through each day, not at all thinking of how the things I do and the things I think have real weight and meaning. It matters. Not in an ego-centric way, like what I think has the same impact as what Roger Goodell thinks. I mean it really matters when it comes to the reflection of my soul. And if I don't stop and evaluate what I'm thinking, then my life is gonna start to get messy, and look a whole lot more like my ugly selfishness than God's gorgeous compassion.