Here’s a song I wrote a couple weeks ago on the brink of forgiveness.
There’s a child inside of me crying, longing for you.
There’s a darkness that lingers around me, and nothing gets through.
And the strings of this pain that’ve colored this stain,
you’d think they’d pull like a noose.
Yet, I’m here to say when I give Him my pain,
there’s nothing that crumbles this cave like the truth.
Broken I’m falling before you, down on my knees.
Feeling the weight of regret, my soul needs relief.
Oh Father of mercy, please tell me you love me
and Jesus, you cover my need.
For my father before me, he could not protect me
from corruption and all that it reaped.
Here I am. Nothing in hand. Parched in a desert land,
and water comes from your hands.
Forever here I’ll stand, with your promise to the end.
For this world has left me wanting, though measured I have been.
When the wolves cry out to the moon; hungry, they encroach.
Yet laugh at them, though I must, for I will not let go
of the truth that has saved me,
the blood that renamed me,
and the penitence in all of my soul.
The healing He gave me,
the loves that replays in me,
and the freedom of letting all go, gives me hope.
