Who am I that you are mindful of me?
Despite my hidden sin and evil thoughts.
How could it be?
That you, oh Lord would die for me?

Many times I let you down,
But even then your love abounds.
Every foolish mistake I made,
each time I made your heart ache.

I look upon the wickedness of this land,
As I see the works of men.
Greed, killings, exploitation,
happens in every nation.

Robbery, kidnap, prostitution,
****, ******, molestation.
Every crude and wicked deed,
Don't these men deserve death indeed?

Yet you died for them on that cross,
and for that, I'm filled with remorse,
for every moment I condemned,
In my mind or with my lips,
any of these men.

You died for them and died for me,
and because of this I'm free.
Freed from every guilt and shame,
Freed from death and eternal pain!

And for this I pray,
have your way,
fill my heart with compassion,
compassion for the nations.

For they do not know what they do.
For they do not know you.