My Small Life Only Part of Your Story
Father, those who take refuge in You may rejoice
Praising You with plucked strings and voice
Abanoning the way that Your truth supresses
And turning to Christ, the broken He blesses
Lord, make Your way staight before me
Open my blinded eye that I may see
Close the cursings of my bitter mouth
Clean my spotted soul from inside out
If I boast, let my boast only be
A way to exalt Jesus and not me
You are exalted, O Lord, forever in glory
With my small life only part of Your story