I try to hide my sins from You
like so much dirty laundry
crammed under the bed.
But You don't look on the outside and You already know
all the thoughts that are running through my head
(even before I think them).
You see me from the inside, out -
my win
my loss
my heart
my soul
my fear
my sin
my doubt
Still You love me and hear my prayer
when all my life is
laid out bare.
You wore my stripes upon Your back,
bore my sins, took up the slack.
Where I fall short, Your grace abounds!
When I am lost, there I am found.
You paid the debt for where I fail.
It cost Your blood, a cross, a nail.
Still You endured and sacrificed,
You cried
and bled
and paid the price.
From the inside, out You've always known me.
Who am I ? Please, Father, show me,
show me who I'm meant to be.
I surrender all, I surrender me.
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