Your Doing

To be good, like I think I should,
I do all I could,
in my goal to impress you.
But I tend to forget, that you beget,
from the outset, without breaking a sweat,
that all I have is from you. 

You are self-sustaining, ever reigning,
no beginning or ending,
the only God there is.
So why do I, even dare try,
to rely, and to justify,
my good works before you?

You loved me first, when I was cursed,
and even at my worst,
your steadfast love remains.
It wasn't my might, nor my rite,
nor living upright, that ignite,
your love for me.

Blessed because, in spite of flaws,
not by my clause,
but it's all your doing.
My mind renew, to pursue,
all that's true, in what I do,
to exalt your holy name.