All I Can Say

It's a good thing God doesn't care about snot. Think about it, if Christ came to hang out with, not the righteous, but the sinner, then it only makes sense for God to not care all that much about my appearance when I come to him. I mean this quite literally, God didn't care what I looked like 30 minutes ago when I randomly broke down in the middle of the night simply because I felt compelled by his grace to draw near to him like never before.

Lord I'm tired
So tired from walking
And Lord I'm so alone
And Lord the dark
Is creeping in
Creeping up
To swallow me
I think I'll stop
Rest here a while

I didn't notice You were standing here
I didn't know that
That was You holding me
I didn't notice You were cry'n too
I didn't know that
That was You washing my feet

And this is all that I can say right now
i know it's not much
And this is all that I can give
yeah that's my everything


I've never felt overcome by something like I did tonight. As God washed over me , I had no words, no prayers to say, not even any complete thoughts as to why I felt this way. All I knew was I didn't want to do anything alone and that I want God to have everything, even when all I could say was.....nothing. To think that God would be there crying with me and standing behind me every time I turn my back is enough to overwhelm. Then add the fact that he returns still to wash my feet in the midst of my rebellion...and what can you do other than just absorb grace and pour yourself out?


So, God, THIS is all I can say, I know it's not much, but it's all I have to give, it's my everything.