There is no goodness in me
No soundness in my bones
I'm hollow, vain, and lonely
Too prideful to come home
I spent all my inheritance
On women, wine and song
And all outstanding checks called in
I cannot last for long
My accusers all surround me
They're calling for my blood
I look in Your direction
Where does my help come from?
Unto the hills I lift my eyes
And all that I can see
Is Love that cared enough to die
And Love that rescues me
I cannot live without you
I cannot even stand
Time and time, I've failed you
But still you take my hand.
You say,
"Son, I know you've made mistakes,
But yes, I love you still.
I loved you when I gave you life,
You know I always will."
This was inspired by a few Psalms, mainly 109 and 121.
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