Your Love Oh Lord!

Lord, forgive me.

It must be a burden, I know,

To love someone like me,

So prone to let You go.

I fill the air with my complaints,

My understanding's weak and frail,

I struggle to see Your guiding light,

And constantly, I fail.

Like a servant untrue, I disappoint,

Yet Your hand never lets me fall,

No matter how I stray and stumble,

You answer my desperate call.

The pain of Your love, so freely given,

When I offer nothing but shame,

How can You love me, Lord, so deeply,

When I can't even speak Your name?

Your love, a mystery, beyond all measure,

A gift poured out, without return,

Lord, Your majesty astounds me,

A lesson I can never learn.

You never rage, You never turn away,

Though like a wandering bride, I flee,

You chase me down, with open arms,

And set my spirit free.

How can You love me, Lord, so undeserving,

A soul so tainted, lost, and small?

Your love's a truth I can't explain,

Yet it answers my heart's every call.