I can never seem to remember what you're always teaching me.
I feel like a schoolboy standing before the schoolmaster
Failing the lesson for the tenth time in a row.
You teach me that you are my husband,
I remember for a day or two and then I’m off and running again.
You teach me that your grace is sufficient.
I remember until I think of last year’s sin and try to balance things once again.
You answer my prayers and
I'm joyful until I think back to how things were before.
You take my hand to lead me along.
I wrench mine away, thinking I'm big enough, strong enough now.
I fall down and crash my pipe dreams.
You pick me up, dust me off, hold me tight and forgive me again.