Finite Lyrics

Finite

It means we're subject to bounds And limitations

Measurable

Subject to conditions as of space, Time, laws of nature and Circumstances

To the dust we will return

Because out of the dust He created Man

But what'll happen to your soul

When you have to go before Him And stand?

Did you come to an end of Yourself

And let Him take over?

Or are you trying to save yourself

Cause you think you can carry that

Cross that was only meant for His Shoulders?

Our lives at best is nothing but Vapor

He's not a piece of painting on the Wall

Or some type of art

He wasn't created He is the Creator

We are finite, sinners

We should be crying out

For our iniquities have gone over Our head - Psalm 38

Like a heavy burden, they are too Heavy

Our wounds are foul and festering Because of our foolishness

We should be troubled and bowed Down greatly

Lord, make us to know our end

And what is the measure of our Days

That we may know how frail we Are

And what is the measure of our Days

We are flesh, weak, man, a Number six

We are incomplete without Christ

By the word of the Lord the Heavens were made

And all the Host of them by the breath of His Mouth

That's Psalm 33 verse six

The number of days in our lives Has a set margin

We were brought about by His Intentional design

The Father sent His Son to be our Pardon

So that eternal life would be our Future when it comes to the end Of our time

We are inadequate, powerless, Incapable to obey half of one of His commands

That's why we need Him because His rules are not optional, they are Demands

We are foolish, lacking Understanding, wisdom and full of Pride

If He didn't intercede for us, a life Sentence to hell is what we would Have to face

And we couldn't beat that charge if We tried

Without Him

We have a deficiency in power, Insight, awareness and light

Without Him

We are hard-hearted, stiff-necked Mortals walking without sight

We should've been reduced to Nothing because we were found Guilty

But instead He chose to respond With grace rather than destructive Fury

We are to be like He who knew no Sin

No we will never be perfect, don't Misinterpret His teachings

We have no righteousness, His Righteousness was imputed to us

So why do we walk around puffed Up like we're more than just Minute, finite beings?