LebaRae - Finite

It means we're subject to bounds and limitations
Measurable
Subject to conditions as of space, time, laws of nature and circumstances

To the dust we will return
Because out of the dust He created man
But what'll happen to your soul
When you have to go before Him and stand?

Did you come to an end of yourself
And let Him take over?
Or are you trying to save yourself
Cause you think you can carry that cross that was only meant for His shoulders?

Our lives at best is nothing but vapor
He's not a piece of painting on the wall
Or some type of art
He wasn't created He is the Creator

We are finite, sinners
We should be crying out
For our iniquities have gone over our head
Like a heavy burden, they are too heavy
Our wounds are foul and festering because of our foolishness
We should be troubled and bowed down greatly

Lord, make us to know our end
And what is the measure of our days
That we may know how frail we are
And what is the measure of our days

We are flesh, weak, man, a number six
We are incomplete without Christ
By the word of the Lord the heavens were made, And all the host of them by the breath of His mouth
That's Psalm 33 verse 6

The number of days in our lives has a set margin
We were brought about by His intentional design
The Father sent His Son to be our pardon
So that eternal life would be our future when it comes to the end of our time

We are inadequate, powerless, incapable to obey half of one of His commands
That's why we need Him because His rules are not optional, they are demands

We are foolish, lacking understanding, wisdom and full of pride
If He didn't intercede for us, a life sentence to hell is what we would have to face
And we couldn't beat that charge if we tried

Without Him
We have a deficiency in power, insight, awareness and light
Without Him
We are hard-hearted, stiff-necked mortals walking without sight

We should've been reduced to nothing because we were found guilty
But instead He chose to respond with grace rather than destructive fury

We are to be like He who knew no sin
No we will never be perfect, don't misinterpret His teachings
We have no righteousness, His righteousness was imputed to us
So why do we walk around puffed up like we're more than just minute, finite beings?

Written by:
LebaRae Hutchins

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