Thirty Years And Counting

I raise my voice and cry: Oh God, You have my heart

The same voice I use to curse the things You've made

I raise my hands and cry with passion: How great Thou art

The same hands that fashioned idols yesterday

And You're not fooled

You see how pitiful my heart is

But You still love regardless

I lift my eyes to heaven in hopes I'll catch another glimpse

The same eyes I turned away from my neighbor's need

I offer my time and money without thought of the expense

But the offering plate can't cover up my greed

And You're not fooled

You see how pitiful my heart is

But You still love regardless

And I'm the fool

'Cause I see how beautiful Your love is

But I keep loving like this

And woe is me

I'm a man of unclean lips

And You've got scars on both Your wrists from my betrayal

Each day I bring

A hundred wounds with every kiss

The fruit of Cain I intermix with lambs of Abel

So why am I still welcomed here at Your table?

Oh, God, it's still confounding

That grace is still abounding

For thirty years and counting You've been by my side

So till I take my last breath

And run with laughter past death

May all the days I have left be pleasing in Your sight