By The Church, For The Church

I aim to please you but I fail in my own strength. So you start to chisel and the weight begins to break. You’re cuttin’ to the core, where you long to be. I was made for more, this I can see… So I’ll let myself bend, and break, and fall. I’m learning the struggle is apart of the call. It’s painful, it’s tough, sometimes it plain sucks. But never once have you failed to pick me back up. In the splitting, in the chiseling you’re making something new. So I’ll count it all joy