Wonderful Mystery

A victim of pride I slip and I slide
And grasp to the things I can see
Prone to sin, so wicked within
Trusting for strength in me
I repent and I cry yet His will I deny
As I turn to my own stubborn will
Then, back to my knees, He hears my pleas
And tells me He loves me still
Oh wonderful, wondrous mystery
Jesus loves me, Jesus loves me

Determined I rise with my face to the skies
Today I will conquer the foe
But the seed of sin is striving to win
And fights me wherever I go
I slip and I fall and forget to call
To the One who holds my hand
But I look all around at the fear on the ground
In spite of His Presence grand
Oh wonderful, wondrous mystery
Jesus loves me, Jesus loves me

I'm weak and I'm small I rise just to fall
I'm foolish and forgetful too
I think I'm so grand on my mountain of sand
And then I remember You
In my hour of shame I call on Your name
And there You are yet again
With love to forgive so that I may live
I simply do not understand
Oh wonderful, wondrous mystery
Jesus loves me, Jesus loves me