Recently , My eyes have seen .
So much more , the beauty and the broken .
The life and sacrifice ; the death and cruxifiction .
A generation , far profound in sin ,
Far distinguished from holiness .
Where compromise seems essential to survive.
Where should I lay my life ,
If not in the hands of the creator ?
How should I live my life ,
If not for the saviour ?
Answers we lived .
Answers we show .
Answers we give .
To the next generation who will lift our sins to greater Heights .
I see beauty in the broken ,
And I know someone who does too .
But do we acknowledge his glory , his splendour .
Do we still worship ,
Not with fancy words ,
But with our lives ?
Living for his glory ;
Writing with my minor hand .
He never said it would be easy ,but he said he would see us throught the storm .
