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
While I am blinded by the mount
Of logs deep inside mine

“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."

I am in my Father's house
So I am safe and sound
There is no loss that He cannot redeem
There is no gain that He cannot exceed

You make me buoyant:
Walking on waves
Sleeping in storms
Over the swell
Over the tides that rise and fall
You and I are buoyant