With the choices I've made behind me,
I don't see how I could ever be
anything to anyone again.
Mistakes in my past are all I see,
that's the consequence of being free,
habitual betrayal of Him.
This life moves on eternally
in misery or in ecstacy.
Above He's waiting patiently,
His hands outstretched expectantly,
and so I cry reluctantly,
"Forgive me my iniquity!".
One foot at a time moving forward,
I stumble in and out of your word.
When will your patience for this soul end?
I fall on my face in disacord,
look to myself instead of my Lord,
like beauty fading, cut from the stem.
Discouraged, disparaged and engorged
on this fruit that I just can't ignore;
stuck in debt that no man can afford,
wrists bleeding the life you adore.
I see through the haze a face adorned
with tears of blood and a crown of thorns.
I reach out for this man as we die,
and two lives flash in front of my eyes,
one perfect and one full of sin.
"Forgive me Lord! Save me now!" I cry,
as with my last painful breath I try
to undo what was done on a whim.
I let go this long black robe of pride
and stand naked with nothing to hide!
Light surounds me on every side
as my past and my future collide;
I feel peace where torment did reside,
I feel hope with this man by my side,
I feel love only after I've died.
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