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Have You known all along how feeble I am?

How timid my strength, my resilience so frail?

Did you know that the tests of my proud, selfish heart

would serve just to prove how often I fail?

How I want just to earn a small part of the prize

saying, “See what I offered?”  “See, I did something good.”

How I want to someday look back on my life

boasting, “See, that was ME doing all that I could.”

At the end of all time, when I stand at Your throne

with tears streaming down from the deepest heartache.

There I’ll be weak and feeble, scared and alone

standing humbled before You, with nothing to say.

And I will not be able to lift my eyes to Your face.

But great brilliance will shine when you say, “By my Grace

this child can enter the heavenly realm

with all rights, grants and privileges to eternally dwell.

“With pure Goodness and Truth; in all beauty and light,

for her faults were forgotten during sin’s dying night.

Her redemption a gift; her life my great pleasure;

The stains washed away, she’s forgiven forever.”

And then in a moment, my memories erase

of the weak frail times I fell flat on my face.

With my head gazing upward, my eyes will then see

the glorious GIFT Your sweet grace gave to me.