in grips

As I come to a grips of how great and awesome God is, I'm left in awe.
Every time I come close to thinking I know You, You return me to my place. Every time I draw close in doubting how You are real, You widen my eyes again. The times I walk further and further away, You run to reel me back again. Your perfection continues to break me in all of my imperfections. Countless times, I am to blame for piercing and re-piercing Your sides again. Despite the hurt and pain I inflict upon You, You love me no less for You have resurrected and conquered over my sins, their sins, our sins. Jesus, break me in my comfort, challenge me in my faith, and raise me in Your light. Help me to understand what it really means to be in the pain of hunger for You. Continue to break me, remold me, and humble me even in the face of my own pride and greed and selfishness.