My God, My Father

My God, My Father while I stray

far from my home in life's rough way,

oh, teach me from my heart to say:

Thy will be done.

Though dark my path and sad my lot,

let me 'be still' and murmur not,

or breathe the prayer divinely taught:

Thy will be done.

But if my fainting heart be blessed

with the Holy Spirit for its guest,

my God, to Thee I leave the rest.

Thy will be done.

If Thou should call me to resign,

what most I prized never was mine.

I only yield Thee what is Thine.

Thy will be done.

Renew my will from day to day.

Blend it with Thine, and take away

all that now makes it hard to say:

Thy will be done.

And when on earth I breathe no more,

The prayer oft mixed with tears before,

I'll sing upon that joyful shore:

Thy will be done!

I've started learning to play a few worship songs for my family's weekly bible studies this summer! Evidently, my mom took a video on her iphone, so check out a video of my sister and I singing this song here.

How deep the Father's love for us

How deep the Father's love for us,
how vast beyond all measure!
that He should give His only Son,
to make a wretch His treasure.

How great the pain of searing loss;
the Father turns His face away
as wounds which mar the chosen One
bring many sons to glory.

Behold! the Man upon a cross-
my sin upon His shoulders;
ashamed, I hear my mocking voice
call out among the scoffers.

It was my sin that held Him there,
until it was accomplished;
His dying breath has brought me life:
I know that it is finished.

I will not boast in anything-
no gifts, no power, no wisdom;
but I will boast in Jesus Christ,
His death and resurrection.

Why should I gain from His reward?
I cannot give an answer;
but this I know with all my heart:
His wounds have paid my ransom.

-Stuart Townend

Questions

"I came for your questions of what you don't know 

But you can't see the answers unless I go

So give me your hatred and give your diseased

Give me your tired and I'll take them with me

Cause I'm hanging here losing every part of me

Just to open your eyes to what you would never see

And to answer your questions there's no place that I'd rather be"

- Jon McLaughlin

All My Tears

When I go don't cry for me,

in my Father's arms, I'll be

the wounds this world left on my soul

will all be healed and I'll be whole.

Sun and moon will be replaced

with the light of Jesus' face

and I will not be ashamed,

for my Savior knows my name

It don't matter where you bury me,

I'll be home and I'll be free

it don't matter where I lay,

all my tears be washed away.

(Jars of Clay, Julie Miller cover)