I say, "I am unworthy."
Grieving for what this careless heart has done.
I cry, "This can't be.
Right now I should've been gone."
I mourned like a dying criminal.
I'm trapped in my wretched past.
Looking forward to life's terminal,
I'm living, waiting for my soul to rust.
Bound in these iron chains,
I'm a wild lion wanting to break loose.
I looked up and voiced my pains
and ask, "God, if You're real, come close."
"God, I beg Your pardon."
I felt as if arms were covering me.
"Sinner you're forgiven."
"Sinner now you're free."
Like the wind that blows softly
and makes the leaves quiver,
is Your love as it gently caresses me,
Father this will last forever.
*****, unworthy, filthy, guilty,
Soul hopelessly weary.
Love met the sinner,
And the sinner was you and me.
