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.