The Imperfect Race

This is God's view as seen through an imperfect reflection
I've been dead so many times, but You're my soul's resurrection
My Protection, my Hope the Reason I live and my being
The only way I can cope and find JOY in the midst of my grieving

And I've grieved 'til there were no tears left
Overwhelmed, I was drowning, couldn't find my breath
But I've learned Your Love is immune to my losses and mistakes
So I carry my crosses and steer clear of the snakes

Cause I know who I've been and I know who I am
So, when it comes to how you see me I really don't give a damn
All I care is that I'm known by the one TRUE King
The One Who crushed death and is called Elohim

That's truly where my identity is found
The place where hope floats and where Grace abounds
And where Grace resides, lies have no place
SO amazing You could love me when I spit in Your face

And it's crazy the way I chase after the wind
Treat You like a stranger, but still call You a friend
That's me Lord, call me 'Can't get right,' it's cool
While You call me the King's Light and I act like a fool

I trip on this race sometimes more than I run
Must be a vampire the way I try to HIDE from the Son
But my Hope is all the acclaim would be used for nothing more
than to praise Your Name
That every single standing ovation would be an echo of Your Love
and Hope to every nation

If I live this life just for money and gain
Then I've missed the boat, my flight and even the train
'Cause that's INSANE not to use my life for Your Glory
I'd rather hold Your pen and let You WRITE my STORY!