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

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