The Sufficient Tent

**The Sufficient Tent**

(Verse 1)
They boast of gold and kingdoms built on sand,
Of health and wealth as proof of God’s own hand.
But favor isn’t found in crowns or ease,
Or prayers that seek to bring the flesh to peace.
The "name it" crowd ignores the piercing thorn,
But grace is in the garment that is torn.

[Chorus]
Your grace is my anchor, Your power my flame,
Raising me upward through trial and pain.
Let the world keep its riches, its health, and its pride,
I’ll take the thorn with the Spirit inside.
For the power of Christ doesn’t sit on my throne,
It pitches its tent where the weakness is known.

(Verse 2)
For when my strength is spent and I am small,
I find the Power that rises through the fall.
Not in the riches or the world’s acclaim,
But in the "fellowship" of shared disdain.
The glory isn't health or earthly pride,
It’s knowing that the Lamb is by my side.

​[Chorus]
Your grace is my anchor, Your power my flame,
Raising me upward through trial and pain.
Let the world keep its riches, its health, and its pride,
I’ll take the thorn with the Spirit inside.
For the power of Christ doesn’t sit on my throne,
It pitches its tent where the weakness is known.

(Verse 3)
So let the power of Christ now pitch its tent,
Within the broken heart, the spirit spent.
I’ll glory in the weakness and the shame,
To bear the reflection of His holy Name.
For status fades, and riches turn to dust,
But suffering for Him proves where I place my trust.

​[Chorus]
Your grace is my anchor, Your power my flame,
Raising me upward through trial and pain.
Let the world keep its riches, its health, and its pride,
I’ll take the thorn with the Spirit inside.
For the power of Christ doesn’t sit on my throne,
It pitches its tent where the weakness is known.

​[Bridge]
I don’t need to claim what the world calls a "bless,"
When I find Your face in the heart of the mess.
It’s the everyday language—the weight of the cross,
Counting the gain in the middle of loss.
Conformed to Your death, I am finally free,
To let Your Shekinah Glory rest over me.

​[Outro]
So let the cracks show...
Let the light glow through...
I’m not boasting in me,
I’m boasting in You.
Just a humble tent,
But the Glory is true.
(The Glory is true...)

Acoustic guitar, upright bass, drum, male voices with blended harmonies