Good intentions, advice of last days
awaken man from deep sleep.
Painful memories, smears remained
torture my conscience.
In confusion, I’m praying in fear.
Hand on heart, repenting.
You’re so kind, but I tricked You with false love.
My evil soul knew no regret.
Living in sin, without fear.
Caring not how You felt,
wanting only Your grace.
In unease and self-pity,
I’m sorry but I can’t stop.
Self-deception is hard to hide.
Not knowing that You are faithful,
intently sought my way out.
Once Your work is done, who can hold You back?
All that’s left are sighs and regrets.
Living in sin, corruption,
guilt swells up in my heart.
Earnest words linger in me.
I hate how base I’ve been.
Empty-handed, I face Your words,
too ashamed to see You, oh.