If I could make just one request that would mark all the days I have left, I'd rather not
Be known for treasures and fame or trophies and accolades I know will fade.
Instead I would rather be known by the kindness and love that I show, to be known for
Patience and long suffering; a giver of life by the words that I speak.
So with every breath you give to breathe, I pray it's your glory that they see. And of all
The words this world could say, may they say I am full of grace.
I'll be the first to confess I'm not always found at my best. But Lord be my strength in
Those moments I'm weak and I'll keep on giving the grace I've received.
And finally when I see your face and I've reached the end of my race, I don't want to
Be known for finishing strong. But as someone that your grace carried all along
