We are His portion and He is our prize,
Drawn to redemption by the grace in His eyes,
If grace is an ocean, we’re all sinking.
So Heaven meets earth like a sloppy wet kiss,
And my heart turns violently inside of my chest,
I don’t have time to maintain these regrets,
When I think about the way He loves us.
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If He can move mountains, He can break habits, change our sinful desires, make the taste of old sin that we keep returning to flavorless and undesirable--He can break the window pane that separates us from the sunlight.
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