Here I am, broken, alone.
I would say sorry,
To the king of kings,
It simply is not enough.
Words cannot mend,
Hearts must be pieced.
Emptiness I sought,
Emptiness I wrought.
I received what I brought.
Your grace is sufficient for me,
Your grace is all I need.
Hold me like a the infant I am.
Feed my soul, restore my life.
There Once was a time I ran,
now to barely crawl I pray.
Kneeling at the foot of the cross,
Your blood runs clean.
I feel it invade my every depth.
The pieces which were,
Are now the whole of me.
You paid the price,
For my shortcomings.
Never did I deserve it,
Never did you deserve it.
It was my hands which pierced and bruised perfection.
I would say sorry,
To the king of kings,
It simply is not enough.
Words cannot mend,
Hearts must be pieced.
Emptiness I sought,
Emptiness I wrought.
I received what I brought.
Your grace is sufficient for me,
Your grace is all I need.
Hold me like a the infant I am.
Feed my soul, restore my life.
There Once was a time I ran,
now to barely crawl I pray.
Kneeling at the foot of the cross,
Your blood runs clean.
I feel it invade my every depth.
The pieces which were,
Are now the whole of me.
You paid the price,
For my shortcomings.
Never did I deserve it,
Never did you deserve it.
It was my hands which pierced and bruised perfection.
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