Measure by Heaven And not by man The cost He asks you to pay. For steep the cost And foolish loss The Way through human eye. But they are blind To the Love that binds Us to that rugged Way. And they cannot see This is but tiny fee For
We can go back. Yeah. We know. But we’re looking, yeah looking On before. On to forever To a home for me and you, Soaked in the sunshine of All that He is. We can go back. Yeah, we know. But we’re looking, yeah looking On before To
Like a moth He consumes All that harms and pulls, All that tempts us down And tender tugs our souls. Like a moth He is munching All that dross, rot, and sin. Can you hear tiny crunching? A purging munch by Him. He crumbles and cracks, All the wood, hay,
Two mites was all she had Two mites was all she gave Two mites was everything Ten times the tithe Ten times the gift That all the others gave Could it be that when Our little drains away To further nothing than before That then we have rich Chance to
We’ve come, Lord. We’ve found You worth it all! We’ve lost, yes, so much. Babies and homes and dreams. But how can we measure it all When next to you - they are so small? We couldn’t keep a single one, But we can give them