nothing to prove
nothing to prove with my king
i'm fully loved and fully me
im whole and set free
more set free with every waking minute
as I contemplate his beauty and glory
contemplate contemplate
let me sit back and think
instead of shrink
instead of stepping back
tired of shrinking
tired of sitting
when I should be standin'
when I should be sinkin' into all that He is
love and mercy
compassion and grace
has met me once again
layin' down my preferences
so i can be fully me
nothing to prove with my king
nobody to please but the one who's resurrection resurrects me
and that's where i'm free
not striving
but being
being with my king
what would I do without my beloved's eyes on me?
what would I do without the sight of my Father?
who loves me so much, he meets me with sacred whispers in the night?
of how he sees me in all these tears of suffering
and provides for me in ways that don't make sense
jehovah jireh, oh how I'm in love with Him
nothing to prove
no one else i'd rather be than me
because of this relationship that meets every need
my shoulder to cry on
tender hands that hold me when i'm down
gentle voice that stills my soul
closer to me than anyone i've ever met
given me a love i don't deserve
given me a love that preserves
given me a love that can't help but serve others with the same mercy i've been given
nothing to prove
nobody else to be
nothing else to see
except for my love's eyes staring right back at me
how can someone so holy love a sinner like me, whose hands are filthy?
how can someone so holy look at me with his eyes of mercy?
how can someone so holy stand when I'd rather shrink?
how can someone so holy save me when I'm on my last string?
how can someone so perfect look at my sins and yet love me perfectly?
i will never know… it'll take a life to uncover such a wonderfully beautiful mystery
nothing to prove to my king
because he already proved it all by letting every drop of crimson blood bleed
down the wooden cross
blood-shed for me became the very same drips that'd wash me clean
how could someone bleed for the sake of me and all i've done just to make me white with his hands spread wide, crying out for a sinner like me?
how could a scarlet night turn into a life where I spend all my days clothed in white?
because Jesus Christ, who gave it all, with nothing to prove, said i'll give it all just for my bride to know that she is worth all of me, even my very life.
"Now the Lord is the spirit and where the spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom." 2 Cor. 3:17
"And we all, with unveiled faces contemplate the Lord's glory, are being transformed into his image with ever-increasing glory, which comes from the Lord, who is the spirit." 2 Cor. 13:18