Out from my mouth such filthy words I speak yet I use it to praise God with...
I am far from being perfect. I see the world out there in which I long to reach and I see myself at a pit, like where I belong. I am nothing but a low life sinner, a man full of betrayal, unfaithfulness, back stabber, proud, coward, timid, a thief, a fool of great measure, a disappointment in the eyes of many, unworthy to much that is given to me.
Yet God whom I take caution to seek after, surprises me with things that breaks my heart. Not for the pain and guilt that stems for my sin which I do justly deserve, but for such mercy that I cannot understand. It hurts to know that I am being shown such mercy.
I feel at ease within the dirt, buried to hide all my inequities. Such grace burns me to my core and I cry for having pardoned my sentence.
In grace is my only explanation. For all that has been, I find myself saved from possibly the worst thing that could have happened to me... and that is to not have known my Savior.
I am far from being perfect. I see the world out there in which I long to reach and I see myself at a pit, like where I belong. I am nothing but a low life sinner, a man full of betrayal, unfaithfulness, back stabber, proud, coward, timid, a thief, a fool of great measure, a disappointment in the eyes of many, unworthy to much that is given to me.
Yet God whom I take caution to seek after, surprises me with things that breaks my heart. Not for the pain and guilt that stems for my sin which I do justly deserve, but for such mercy that I cannot understand. It hurts to know that I am being shown such mercy.
I feel at ease within the dirt, buried to hide all my inequities. Such grace burns me to my core and I cry for having pardoned my sentence.
In grace is my only explanation. For all that has been, I find myself saved from possibly the worst thing that could have happened to me... and that is to not have known my Savior.
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