Lord, you know I have nothing to offer You. Not a piece of me... You don't deserve something like me..... When I look at myself, I don't know how you are going to use me.
But You love me.... for a reason that I still don't really understand. Why would you want to call me? Why would you want to deal with me? Why would you want to use me?
You love me. You are jealous for me. You want me back, just that I can live a life worth of living. You don't save me because i am smart, cool, or capable. Glad because i am not smart, cool, or capable. Maybe that's something wise in You. You didn't create me to be a 能幹, smart, 了不起 person. I am slow, blunt, having problems in communication, even languages....
So I know if anything good happens to me, it's because of You alone. It's Your grace that I can stand here, unashamed. No matter how the world looks at me, You still see me precious.
And you know what? You are the best thing that's ever happened to me. ;) Love you, Father.
"Unashamed"
I have not much
To offer You
Not near what You deserve
But still I come
Because Your cross
Has placed in me my worth
Oh, Christ my King
Of sympathy
Whose wounds secure my peace
Your grace extends
To call me friend
Your mercy sets me free
And I know I'm weak
I know I'm unworthy
To call upon Your name
But because of grace
Because of Your mercy
I stand here unashamed
I can't explain
This kind of love
I'm humbled and amazed
That You'd come down
From heavens heights
And greet me face to face
Here I am at Your feet
In my brokeness complete
