My single friends want to be married
My married friends want kids
My friends with kids need more money
My friends with more money are single

Sow in tears, reap in joy
Spend your years in the soil
Pull the weeds, pray for rain
Prune the leaves, while we wait

Soon enough, roots will grow
Don’t get weary, this, I know
God is not inclined to joke
We will reap what we sow

My own wrongs may far outweigh
The times I have been wronged
My own wounds cannot compare
To those I made You bear

How am I so quick to see
The speck inside their eyes
Blinded by the mount of logs
Obscuring my own sight

“Seventy times seven”
I hear my You gently say
The grace You freely give me
Is grace to give away

She washed the dishes before she went to bed
As a love letter to her future self

You are the Offspring
You are the Root
Everything starts and ends with You

You had the first Word
You’ll have the last
Nothing You say will come back void

You are the King Who
Became a babe
Greatest and least are one with You

You are the Lord Who
Became a slave
Greatest and least are one in You

You are the Shepherd
You are the Lamb
You only lead where You have been

You are the Offspring
You are the Root
Everything starts and ends with You

Don’t be afraid of the silence
I am here, waiting for you
Don’t be afraid of the empty space
I am here, filling the room

Exaltation has a cost
That I cannot afford
Christ was lifted on a cross
He wore a crown of thorns

Silent to the slaughter
He opened not His mouth
He didn't fawn for favour
Or fight to prove Himself

Now, He turns to us and says,
"Come, sit here next to Me
When you take the lowest place
You're in Good Company."