Like a Twig

Break me like a twig Lord ‘cause I’m always acting like a tree. My pride is so large, and it’s in the wrong things. I take credit for what You’ve done, and I give You what’s left over, and now I know I’m nothing without You.

You raise me from the depths; You bring me to higher ground; and though I don’t deserve any of this...You give freely.

You’re the best thing that’s happened to me, and I love You. And I won’t be afraid to sing when my daylight turns to night.

©2001