God, You spoke my existence into my mother’s womb,
You meant for me a purpose, not an empty tomb.
Not a void, a grave or a barren drifting
But an intention, an objective, a certain meaning.
A life to live to your glory,
A chance to fulfill the unwritten story.
The story of me -
Who I am in You.
To give You glory, to sing Your praise
To tell of Your mercy and the cross that was raised.
Let me remember, that is my goal
That I live for your pleasure
It is what makes me whole.
A purpose, a confidence, an objective, a mission
To live in You and through You, a daily decision.
You meant for me a purpose, not an empty tomb.
Not a void, a grave or a barren drifting
But an intention, an objective, a certain meaning.
A life to live to your glory,
A chance to fulfill the unwritten story.
The story of me -
Who I am in You.
To give You glory, to sing Your praise
To tell of Your mercy and the cross that was raised.
Let me remember, that is my goal
That I live for your pleasure
It is what makes me whole.
A purpose, a confidence, an objective, a mission
To live in You and through You, a daily decision.
