There is peace and joy when we move into Christ's comfort zone. |
THE COMFORT ZONE Footsteps that I have left, remain my enemy's evidence. on pathways to all my sins, leaving me with sad regrets, Why must I fall many days, before I can first believe? Can't see past my own ways, until I'm broken and I bleed. I've been there so many times, in the dust of my mistakes. But you're here to pick me up, as many times as it takes. Can I fall into your arms? I can't bear this pain alone. Just be with me while I learn, Your divine will; not my own. I'm damaged goods from free falls, into my own stubborn willfulness, If I listened to the Savior's calls, I wouldn't be this fractured mess. Am I broken too much to save? I feel so unworthy deep inside, for the sacrifice you gave, and the blood that was applied. Help me make a new start, I've tried to do this on my own. Take the rusted keys of my heart, lead me into the comfort zone. Even though we think we've made such a mess of our lives and ourselves, God can restore us to a place of respect, honour, and purpose. Isaiah 59:1-Behold, the LORD's hand is not shortened, that it cannot save; neither his ear heavy, that it cannot hear: |