IT’S STILL YOU

(written by Kenneth Cope)

 

Bowing in awe of You, wanting to follow You

Tirelessly trying, but hopelessly flawed

Failing and fretting, each fall more upsetting

So near to regretting the child You made me

Bankrupt and begging more time to pay what’s due

But, then I learned the truth

 

After all I can do, it’s still You, it’s still You

You have come and corrected my view

Though I strain in pursuit, even all I can do, it’s still You

 

After all I can do, it’s still You

After all—even all I can do—it’s still You

 

Grateful for grace, recognizing Your face

In the image You trace on this natural man

Blessed metamorphosis—heaven transforming this spirit

Reborn to a bright beginning

Changing the heart from its dark and sinful hue

It’s what You do

 

After all I can do, it’s still You, it’s still You

You’re the Vine that gives the branches their fruit

There’s no hope to be holy and new without abiding in You

 

After all I can do, it’s still You

After all—even all I can do—it’s still You

God, great Father, You love the heart in its meekness

You delight to give strength where there’s weakness

If we’ll come to You

O Lord, Jesus—bountiful, merciful Savior

You delight to grant pardon and favor

If we’ll trust in You

Who will trust in You?

After all I can do, it’s still You, it’s still You

But You don’t wait till it’s all I can do

From the start till we’re through it is You, Lord

It’s still You

 

After all I can do, it’s still You

After all—even all I can do—it’s still You

 

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