Continuous awe
Oh the sound of your name.
Oh, how you love me
though I were not without blame.

How perfect your love,
your mercy and your grace.
'Twould seem I am unworthy
to behold such a lovely face.

Yet, still you seem to love me.
In all my imperfectness
in all my blame,
your heart truly wrecks me.

And for the better, I shall never
*be the same