The humble man argues with God,
But the proud man is a fool.
In all we think we are first,
Yet when we pray we are scared.
The needs of our heart are great,
Yet we speak as though God is small.
The acts of the Lord are many and frightening,
Yet we think our monsters will win.
It is hard to trust His kind intention,
Yet He became a man.
It is hard to believe He has a good plan,
Yet He laid down his life.
Who can stand in His presence?
But we have been told to approach with confidence.
Who could see Him and not die?
Yet we are commanded to draw near.
How do I know He loves me?
I know because He loved me first.