You know my wickedness,
my darkness,
my shame,
you've seen my barrenness,
my burdens,
my pain,
you've touched my scars,
my tears,
my scoff,
you've smelt my temptations,
my sin,
my pride,
you've heard my delusions,
my boasts,
my lies,
You've tasted my lemon,
my leaven,
my old wine.

You wash the awful attire that I try to lord,
offering me clothes that I could never afford,
I stay in my nakedness,
I feel set in my ways,
you say you're older,
the ancient of days,
I have removed the blocks from the road,
help me drop the lies of this load,
help me ABBA,
dear lord,
my striving has ceased,
by your grace,
help me to walk,
in a way that you're pleased.