there is redemption for me
in the eyes of heaven
looking down from the clouds
at a man of broken dirt
i raise my hands in supplication
so filthy and so frail,
grit and grime between my fingers,
sweat and tears on my face,
the agony of a soul in need,
pleasing and pleading, i have nowhere else to turn.
welcome me home and take me in.
hold me close and wipe my face.
tell me everything will be all better.
tell me there is no need to worry.
tell me i am forgiven.