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Every morning
it’s the same ol’ story.
I wake up on
the wrong side of the bed,
wondering why
I disappointed you again.

Can’t bare to stare
at my own reflection
and admit the sin I committed,
too ashamed to face the day.

I’m so desperate…
desperate for your love;
cover me with your grace
and wipe me clean
of my imperfections.

Every night,
I fall for the enemy’s lies
that you left me here
chained to my shame
and you won’t forgive me.

I hang my guilty head because
I can’t believe I did it again.
It seems I can’t do what’s right
even though I hate what I do.

I’m so desperate…
desperate for your love;
cover me with your grace
and wipe me clean
of my imperfections.

Rewrite 2012

Every morning
it’s the same ol’ story.

I wake up on
the wrong side of the bed,
wondering why
I disappointed you again.

Can’t bear to stare
at my own reflection
and admit the sin I committed.

I’m so desperate…
desperate for your love;
cover me with your grace
and erase my imperfections.

Every night,
I fall for the enemy’s lies
that you left me here
chained to my shame,
and you won’t forgive me.

I hang my guilty head because
I can’t believe I did it again.

It seems I can’t do what’s right
even though I hate to do wrong.

I’m so desperate…
desperate for your love;
cover me with your grace
and erase my imperfections.