Defined by Grace
Standing at the measuring stick
Dazed at just how tall it is
Expectation towers high
Scoffing at how hard I try
You know you’ll never measure up
Failure says “not good enough”
You’re falling when you need to fly
Hitting ground hard—why even try?
Distant hope fades to dread,
The waking sun goes back to bed.
Storm clouds roar inside me ear
I’m torn between trust and fear.
But He says:
“Your victories don’t define you!
Your failure is purchased and paid.
Your battles aren't graves that describe you!
You’re loved by a King who has saved!
Your identity is not in success,
Worth is not in what you hold
Your value springs forth from the price that was paid
To ransom your captured soul. “
Standing at the measuring stick
Dazed at just how tall it is
Expectations tower high
Scoffing at how hard I try
Jesus broke that measuring stick
My sin is exchanged with His holiness
My failure replaced with victory
The death He paid has ransomed me
I trust in the One who saves
Who triumphs in my darkest day,
Teaching me to live as free,
A new creation, no longer me!
“Your victories don’t define you!
Your failure is purchased and paid.
Your battles aren't graves that describe you!
You’re loved by a King who has saved!
Your identity is not in success,
Worth is not in what you hold
Your value springs forth from the price that was paid
To ransom your captured soul. "