As I write You fill me, Your heart is for my good
Why You have trials and tests to send
While You’re never-changing, You’re often rearranging
Jesus lives and dogma dies my friend
Life is full of Color, also full of gray
We can’t say all life is black and white
One thing that is sure, Jesus is the cure
He’s my aim, my Prize for which I fight
If life was stagnant, we’d all be the same
Be no need for color or diversity
As it is we’re hands and feet, eyes and ears in Him we meet
Our many parts veer us through adversity
Life is full of Color, also full of gray
We can’t say all life is black and white
One thing that is sure, Jesus is the cure
He’s my aim, my Prize for which I fight
Life is full of Color, also full of gray
We can’t say all life is black and white
One thing that is sure, Jesus is the cure
He’s my aim, my Prize for which I fight.
1 Corinthians 9:26-27
Therefore I do not run like someone running aimlessly; I do not fight like a boxer beating the air. No, I strike a blow to my body and make it my slave so that after I have preached to others, I myself will not be disqualified for the prize.
1 Corinthians 12:15-20
Now if the foot should say, “Because I am not a hand, I do not belong to the body,” it would not for that reason stop being part of the body. And if the ear should say, “Because I am not an eye, I do not belong to the body,” it would not for that reason stop being part of the body. If the whole body were an eye, where would the sense of hearing be? If the whole body were an ear, where would the sense of smell be? But in fact God has placed the parts in the body, every one of them, just as he wanted them to be. If they were all one part, where would the body be? As it is, there are many parts, but one body.