Lord, You know all things

Give me neither poverty nor riches,
Lest I should go poor and steal,
Or why should I be full and say "Who is The Lord?"

Please don't praise me when I do things well,
But do let me know you care for me,
For I am a sinful man -
and sinful men love to hear praises of men
If you were a pagan,
I would regard your words as flattery
But you are my dear brother, my dear sister,
How could I not believe that you spoke genuine words?

I am so sinful, please do not destroy me with praises
I am so sinful, I get discouraged when I hear no approval

Whether I turn to the left or to the right
destruction awaits me

And so, from heaven came a hand,
Yes, more than a hand -
From heaven came a man
yes, more than a man

He knows my heart
How wicked it is
He gives me grace
Grace enough to know that He is enough
When all I have is weakness

He speaks words loving and tender
His words are life -
unlike the praises of men, or their approval
His words are sharp and they cut,
yet they heal.

O God, let me hear your voice,
Where else have I to go,
When you alone have words of eternal life?

His hands are warm in the cold
and cool in the heat,
His hands are like no other.
When shall I finally sleep in His palms?

Winter brings sorrow,
Springs bring hope
but only that which last for a moment,
Before summer beats on my back
and autumn crushes all

When shall spring pass?
When shall I see Him
not as the mirror which I see in part
But to know Him face to face

When shall I be free from sin?
Tears have become my drink day after day
When promises after promises are broken,
I dare not promise Jesus anymore
You know me,
You know men, and what lies in them.

Tomorrow I awake to continue my endless toil,
only because I know the rest You bring
and Your promises never fail.

Let me tell you something Jesus,
I love my Christian sister,
and I hate myself for I cannot love her like You do
Your love is pure,
Your love is patient, is kind
is not self seeking, does not boast,
is not arrogant, Your love is true.
I am a sinful man,
full of lust,
full of strive,
I should have died a thousand times,
Why did you nailed Yourself to the tree?
When really, it should have been me

But I fear death
I fear God's wrath,
It is right for God to be angry,
It is right for you to judge.

The sane man in me condemns me
The wicked man in me won't let go of sin
But Your Spirit in me calls me to trust in Your grace

How long more do I have to live with them?
I am Your bride, You are our groom
Let me no longer live in harlotry,
but let me have One God
Let me live under One head

The waves in the world toss me all around
Its hard, My God, It is hard -
But why do I echo these words
When I know that Christ is my High Priest
O My God,
If only I can know you more,
If only I am like You a little more,
If only I am able to live like You
Then I will rest in Your Love
I will not cry,
I will not be restless.

Precious in the sight of The Lord is the death of His saints.
I want to die, I want to be with You.
But here you keep me,
living this earth, because You love me.
You want me to know that it is with the love You have for the World,
It is with that You loved me.
And many sons you have, you think of giving me siblings
Tough love you want me to learn.

I want to be Christlike
Yet I do not want to be Christlike -
If I have a heart like Yours
A big heart that weeps for the sin of the world
A big heart that desires none be lost
If I had your heart,
I would die of grief.

But Your purpose will not fail
As you have done, so You will do
You will make me like Jesus
You will put me in the refiner's fire
My future glory I could not fathom,
For you are determined to see pure gold.

Oh Lord, I do not think I am too concerned about my glory
For I know that the day when I am fully pure,
It is Your glory only that I will ever want,
and I will rejoice with John,
For You are increasing, and I am decreasing.

My sinful mind, cannot love You like I would like to,
For I cannot see You as You are
Day and Night I sin against You
Lame, blind and blemished are my offerings,

I would like to think I am trying hard
but You know Iam not,
I am ashamed,
From You I run
but in my heart,
I know it is to You I must run to.

You knew all these were coming
Yet with an irrevokable decree You set Your Love on me
I do not know what to do.
My thanksgiving sounds like filthy rags
as I speak them in the midst of Your saints

You know my heart,
You know, You know.

"Joel, do you love me?"
"Joel, do you love me?"
"Joel, do you love me?"

You know Lord. You know all things. I love you Jesus.