Not About me

how i could Stand Here and watch the sunrise follow the mountians to where they touch the sky, and punder the vastness and depths of the sea, and think for a moment the point of it all was to make much of me. I am just a whisper You are the thunder.

and how i can kneel here and think or the cross, the thorns, the nails, the whip, and the spear, the infanite cost to purchase my pardon and bear all my shame, to think i have anything worth bosting in, except your name cause i am the sinner and you are the savior.

this is your love oh God, not to make much of me but to send your Son that we could make much of you for all eternity.

All About You

i talk about the day You walked into my life and took the shame away

i talk about Your love its more than i could ever dream of.

i talk about Your Face and when i get to see it for eternity

i talk about up above, the heavens and wonder what they are made of

its easy to fugure what my life is all about....

its all about You, its not about me

where ever i go i want people to see Your light is shining

every single thing i do

its all about You

I talk about Your hands, how You lift me up when I get under them

I talk about Your Eyes and how they always see me even through the night

I talk about your voice, i hear you You callin even though the noise

I talk about Your arms, how they wrap me up and keep me safe from harm.

B.