Make Much of You

These superstudying days kill me. I am exhaustedddd. But in a little more than 14 hours, my first-year midterms will be over forever. :D

I'm pleased in how well I'm holding up stress-wise. I most definitely work best under pressure. And I've been listening to this song a lot over the past few days, and it's somehow been putting everything in perspective for me:

How could I stand here and watch the sun rise

follow the mountains; they touch the skies

and ponder the vastness and the depths of the sea

and think, for a moment, the point of it all was to make much of me?

How could I lean here and think of the cross

the thorns and the will and the nails and the spear, the infinite cost

to purchase my pardon and bear all my shame

and think I have anything worth boasting in, except for Your name?