Through His eyes

How far His ways
are beyond finding out.
For Him to think of us?
Amazing without a doubt!

The best of us,
not worthy to see His face.
The worst of us,
not beyond His grace.
Let each of us in a moment of lucid reprise,
regard each of us,
through His eyes.

Looking through my eyes
I guess I’ll never really understand.
I see the holes in Your feet,
And a hole…In each hand.
I see the holes in your feet,
And a hole…In each hand.

Looking through His eyes
as best I can,
I see we’re worth more than the holes in His feet,
or His hands

More than His friends who will sleep.
More than the cup that won’t pass.
Or the water and blood,
staining the grass.

More than the weight of our sin,
that overwhelming flood.
More than His life and His breath,
His body and blood.

More than the darkest moment time has known…
More than the darkest moment time has known…

Worth it all.
That we might see His face.
Worth it all.
To offer us His grace.
Let each of us in a moment of lucid reprise.
See everything…
Through His eyes.
Through His eyes.