Saviour as he is.
Bitterness fills me up,
Imperfectness were my walls.
Broken promises were said,
My presents were my flaws.
I didn't want to be saved,
But I cried those calls.
Those hands are ready to touch,
I ignored that forgiving smile,
Mercy are those arms.
It felt too much,
But it's warm as his love.
As I surrender my foolish heart that can't heal on it's own,
I kneel before the feet that weighs me down,
Bowing down gracefully, ready to be taken home.
Was I ready for that change?
Myself does not deserve that fate.
So undeserving of his grace,
I'm not enough for that pain he takes.
Keep reach. My feet can't follow
He stops to wait,
My soul aches and sorrows
and said:
He is kind
He is good
He is my Saviour,
That's what I understood.
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