still looking for a punishment
still looking for a way to fix this
the works of my hands and the steps of my feet
led me to a barren country
(barren meaning me)
you blew it up like ***** & gomorrah
(they're also me)

soon fire and smoke will leave bruises on my body
take my breath away and leave me hanging
(i guess they all leave me)

too many men too many to count have stumbled and fallen
david and goliath
i am the rock flying
(to where? nowhere)
flying to fall
flying to destruct

but i guess what i am trying to say
is that i want to be punished
to account for all the things that i've done
that i was never tried for
yet all i receive
all that i can see and think and imagine
is the grace that you freely give
and i don't think i deserve it
i know i don't
i know i never will

yet all around me
no matter what i'm doing
or what i'm feeling
all i see when i seek you
is mercy
i can't run away from it
it's there every time i turn around
because mercy just loves to over throne judgement
o how merciful is he! to not have forsaken me!
i swear i'm worse than what you can see
but he! o how grace and loving is he
to turn away when he is not pleased
to reach for me even as i am *****
i do not think i deserve this
yet it's all i see

and i guess what you're trying to say is
you just love me