Dear Lord,
you know these feeble hands
and waning strength
ebbing away as the ticking hand progresses
You know my thoughts
and how they stray wondering
further then a troubled runaway…
I can’t pretend in your presence
I can’t put up a front before you
You see right through me like
a window pane freshly washed
this house is open, doors unlocked
I cannot hide from you
not deny any skeletons yet residing.
yet you come to me
you still come to my level
and embrace me like everything
is alright…I know it’s not
and yet you remind me again
that your sacrifice has made me clean
you have made it right
made it right for me…
how can I accept this?
when I know i’m a mess?
How can I agree to this
when I can’t forgive who I am
the battle isn’t about what you are
and what you’ve done
but what I am and where I’ve been…
how can I let you in?
How can I let you see me like this?
Yet your grace, your face
your love your hope
surrounds me completely.
It’s too good for me and yet
you let me see that you grant
this gift to me freely!
Such amazing love,
such unmerited grace
falls upon me in this place
and I am whole again
I am so much more than I used to be
you have mended me
you have set me free…
and so I no longer let you stand
at the door on my front porch
but I let you in and let this
salvation thing in me begin.
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