Thirty Years And Counting

I raise my voice and cry: Oh God, You have my heart
The same voice I use to curse the things You've made
I raise my hands and cry with passion: How great Thou art
The same hands that fashioned idols yesterday

And You're not fooled
You see how pitiful my heart is
But You still love regardless

I lift my eyes to heaven in hopes I'll catch another glimpse
The same eyes I turned away from my neighbor's need
I offer my time and money without thought of the expense
But the offering plate can't cover up my greed

And You're not fooled
You see how pitiful my heart is
But You still love regardless
And I'm the fool
'Cause I see how beautiful Your love is
But I keep loving like this

And woe is me
I'm a man of unclean lips
And You've got scars on both Your wrists from my betrayal
Each day I bring
A hundred wounds with every kiss
The fruit of Cain I intermix with lambs of Abel
So why am I still welcomed here at Your table?

Oh, God, it's still confounding
That grace is still abounding
For thirty years and counting You've been by my side
So till I take my last breath
And run with laughter past death
May all the days I have left be pleasing in Your sight