Tumble, Tumble.

What a privilege to identify You, God, as Father.

What a high standard to be Your daughter.

I’m thankful for the process where You examine my soul and take inventory.

I count it an honor to carry Your glory.

You show me that You love me, but You show me what to change.

You show me Your crimson grace, but You’re holy standard remains.

The big and the great You're doing in me is greater than any great I ever thought I’d see.

And, here’s the thing, it can’t be done, it can’t be achieved through me.

So, You have it. I give You everything.

And, then, if You ask for more, this too I will bring.

How can I know God and stay the same?

How can I encounter my Maker and not encounter His flame?

This flame is scorching, burning up my will.

This flame is consuming, His words from my lips they spill.

How can I converse with God and not lay down my life?

How can I kiss the divine and not let it cut out my weakness with a Craftsman’s knife?

How can I be in covenant with God and not follow His voice?

How can I be a citizen of His kingdom and not make a solid, uncompromising choice?

How can I experience Heaven and leave thorns on the vine?

How can I ever decrease me and increase Him with a heart stained with pride?

Do I dare say, “no” to the request of the King?

How can I stand before Him without a gift to bring?

To polish the gem, it must go for a tumble.

Spinning and flipping, crashing free of the ridges born for a stumble.

To make the stone shine, it must transform under a blaze.

He’ll put the heat on me until the world can see the glaze.

He’s breathing on me to get rid of the world's smell.

He’s wrapping His arms tight, squeezing out the disbelief of Hell.

Tumble, tumble, collide, burn.

I lay down my life and will as I learn.

So, I tumble, tumble holding on to You.

I tumble, tumble while You make me new.

I kneel, I praise under Your holy fire.

I submit myself to You so Your call I can acquire.

The great in me can only be found in You.

So, I’m running, I’m leaping and climbing after Truth.

My, My. How enormous the plan You hold for me!

My God, I’ll give my all to do all You’ve told to me.

Doing big can’t be done by being small.

God dreams can only be accomplished by letting God be ALL.