I am beyond forgiveness;
my sins, more to count
than the hairs on my head.
Yet you nailed every last one
to the cross that day
above your bleeding body.
“I am unworthy.”
Through cracked voice,
I confess my insufficiencies.
I keep on falling and
I would never expect you
to pick me up every time.
But you will if I ask;
you know the only thing
I need to cope is you.
The only reason I hope,
the only face I long
to see when I wake.
“You are worthy.”
Through piercing voice,
I heard you loud and clear.