by Writer of Sins
This is where I pray for forgiveness.
This is where I break from the strain.
This is where I call on your mercy.
This is where I call on your name.
I have stepped off the path with deliberate steps.
Now I beg you to pull me back into your grasp.
I am broken and rusty, but you give me the best.
I am dirty and sick, but you wash my feet.
Lord, We are tired and worn and we ache to be home.
No words can say it right except yours.
I won’t pretend to be worthy to even ask for a drop.
But this is where I ask for forgiveness.
This is where I pray for your saving grace.