Your Son

Show me daily all the flaws I overcome I get so stuck, forget where I had begun There's beauty when they fade like the setting sun For all you take, I'll add another I need your grace I need your love Remind me I'm your son I lost my father way too young I regret he didn't see what I've become What I'm becoming through you So glory, glory, glory to the author of my story I want my dad to know I know you like I know, without worry I think of all the calls I would ignore All the knocks outside my door All the mornings searching just to find me on a floor I thought it must have been a lie that you were ever proud of me But you possessed a love stronger than the darkness shrouding me Unconditional and I was inconvenienced I would drink and use and hide and lie and then repeat the sequence That's when I would hope you would pick up the pieces And the party ceases and I'm missing you Glory, glory, glory to the author of my story I regret he didn't see what I've become What I'm becoming through you We shared the same afflictions Gave our time to our addictions A regret forever carried because we saw what we were missing Never in vain It made me better I'll show my children different weather This we learned together Whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord will be saved Even men like me and you Then you saw me in you And that was further proof That all the things you lose can be regained the truth You were pouring, pouring, pouring from yourself for his glory What was once a body is now a vessel for His story All I was ignoring was what you were adoring Then I started feeling Christ was worthy of exploring The son of Michael You're in my bones I'll embrace the title until I meet you at your home I hope you hearing me singing simple words that you wrote The Lord is still sitting on His throne and He answers prayers Glory, glory, glory to the author of my story The Lord is still sitting on His throne Glory, glory, glory to the author of my story