I've fallen flat on my face
I can't see Your face for the dirt of my shame...
I fell willingly, knew what I was doing
Refused to stop, though I knew I was hurting You
I have to be honest enough to say that part of me didn't care...
After all has been said and done, I sit on this shower floor
Wondering what went wrong
Wasn't it I that was so passionate about my love for You yesterday?
Now it hurts, like there's a piece of me missing
I can't cry, but I curl into a ball
Lashing at myself for being so stupid...again.
I can see You turning away from me in the acts of my sin
Then being subject to a brutal whip
Because that's how much You love me...
Why? Why do You love a failure such as me?
How could You?
Why offer Yourself for this unworthy one?
I look up, seeing the ceiling yet feeling Your presence
My shame demands I cower in guilt and fear
Yet You still draw near to me
You cup my face in Your hands
And I can feel the scars br