Who Loves You More?

I stir my cup and think of you; It's just the little things that break me

But it's not right to hold you so tight; I end up wrestling with God over you...

Whose hands are safer? Who could steal you from His grip?

It separates the ocean, with a brush so effortless...

There is nothing to worry about, because who loves you more than Jesus?

So here again I find myself and everything I've ever loved,

At the foot of the cross with three nails

There is nothing to worry about, because who loves you more than Jesus?

If I hold onto you, will I let go of Christ? Will I end up denying Him in abundance of thrice?

Will I ened up in the end with less tan I started with? When I surrender...

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