My Year With Books (And Burnout)
2 weeks ago
Nothing in my hand I bring,
simply to the cross I cling;
naked, come to thee for dress;
helpless, look to thee for grace;
foul, I to the fountain fly;
wash me, Savior, or I die.
And at the end of my days
When your throne fills my view
I will sing of Your mercies anew
- Mark Altrogge & Bob Kauflin