A sacrifice I'm making with you, But a bigger one without. Rely on time to push us forward, Letting go and thrusting out. Never forfeit in frustration my responsibility. The potter's hand although refreshing, Is a painful place to be. Stand tall, never believe you are going to be like this. Jesus make her rise above it, Rise above. If only I could see much broader, Beyond the scope of my own flesh, I could see your glory wadding throughout the storm. And it keeps me bent all backwards on this pedestal of grace. I'll always curse you in the morning, But I greet you in the day.