I have so Little Faith

This is an offertory I wrote back in December for worship during advent. Each year I struggle to try to understand and express the incarnation of God: how unthinkable and appalling it is, how strange it is, how I wish I could have known Jesus on earth and how I long to see him in his glorified body and how I have a hard time believing. So why am I posting this Advent song so close to Easter? (other than the fact that I am just running behind in life) We are about to celebrate as a global church, Jesus dying a real death, not just a spiritual one, for our sake and Jesus rising in his physical body from death. Jesus was intimate with us, walked through our pollution, got it in his lungs and on his face and hands, and then redeemed it on the cross to make all things new. He know reigns in his physical human body in the heavenly realms. He did not just save us and shed his flesh. He continues to share humanity with us as he lives to intercede for us. :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::

I have so Little Faith       (listen/download)       (chord chart)

Lord can I touch you, I want to feel your embrace. I want to hear you, say just about anything I long with Moses and Elijah, to see your Day But I have so little faith.

I want to ask, there’s so much I need explained. I want to fall down with weeping and kiss your feet. I long to lean on and let you hold all of my weight. I have so little faith.

O God, now man, you give me hope, You breathe my breath and touch my sores. You hear me call, “I am unclean!” Yet here you are, with me.

I want to love you, O God, you know the truth, How I have hated and traded my Lord for filth. I have not wanted to wait here for you in my pain. I have so little faith. I have so little faith

O God, now man, you give me hope, You breathe my breath and touch my sores. You hear me call, “I am unclean!” Yet here you are, with me.