Oh I feel Youíve given up,
As I drink from this bitter cup.
You forgive my sins that are so great,
You never look at me in hate.
I thought Jesus had paid the price,
I thought that he had made it nice.
All my life I walked in fire,
Tattered clothes are my attire.
Through Jesus who is the cure,
You see me holy, pure.
I tried to turn from my sinful ways,
From the imperfections of my days.
But I keep getting cast down,
I am a heap here on the ground.
Iím plagued with sinfulness,
I find no way out of this mess.
Of my life I made a mess,
My sinful ways I now confess.
These sinful ways I want to quit,
This bitter herb on which I bit.
Reaching out was I wrong?
Of what I thought of all along?
This is a dream thatís made of wood,
Have I been evil, never good?
Iíve been walking in the fire,
Sinking deep into the mire.
Its been a waste, this pain and strife,
Iím just a loser in this life.
This dreadful life, which I have lived,
I offer up and freely give.
I thought I was being kind,
No longer fooled, and not so blind.
Iíll say no more Iím incomplete,
I throw myself down at Your feet.
I have lost all that You gave,
A life not deserved, You've saved.
PLEASE ENCOURAGE AUTHOR,
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