My sin, my ugly sin
Lingers in my mind
After my troubled soul's repented.
“Be gone from me!
You blind my eyes, His grace, to see.”
I crawl to His throne
Ashamed to once again
Beg for mercy and for grace
But I’m too weak….
I must come and humbly speak
"Lord, Lord, I cannot
Come without hanging
My shameful, down trodden head.
I broke your will
I only hope you love me still.
"My soul yearns to feel
What it once had known
My heart is broken and wants you
You to fill
What is lacking in me still
"The melody of your presence
Has left my woeful heart.
The once beautiful song of grace
Has seemingly left
And made my life, of joy, bereft.
"Despise me not, Father
And answer my desperate plea
For it is the prolonged silence of God
That pains my ear.
You alone do I fear."
For a long while
Only sobs were heard
In the Most High's Court.
The broken man
Found no will, nor grace to stand
"My precious, chosen son,
You have placed your head
In the muck and mire of shame
And despair.
You've stepped into Satan's snare.
"Satan waits in silence
For the moment to strike
At the heart of my beloved
To coerce
That his evil sin's the worst.
"Satan threads his lies
Into your shame-full mind
And you, believing his every word,
Made way
For more room, from me, to stray.
“I allowed you to feed
At the trough of sin
That you would finally come to see
That only I
Can keep you from the deepest sigh.
"O redeemed sinner,
Rise from the corner
Where your shame has you tied,
Lift your face,
And behold the Lord of Grace.
"You come before this throne
Begging for a blessing
That your soul had long ago
Already received.
Your many fears are relieved.
“I’m running with arms wide open
To embrace my son
Whose transgressions are ever forgotten.
I forgive
That your soul, again, can live.
