Prayer

I'm here to meet You in the place
Somewhere between my self made ruin, and my rejected faith
Lord, how many times must our paths cross here instead of on the mountains?
I've grown accustomed to your voice but not the bitter tingle Your forgivness brings

When I walked in me all that I could hear was Your wisdom
But my heart's desire could not drown out my conceit
I knew my legs were too feeble and could only carry me to the grave
But understand that Yours were far too holy and beyond the reach of my selfish pride

Inspite of all my sin
You're the God who says `sorry` is enough
And where words fall short
You're the God who says the words that words cannot express
And when the sun's gone down and the cupboards are bare
You're the God I can lean on and the only one who sees my fear for what it is
But above all, You're the God who knows better than I do, that my selfish sin soaked self, can be nothing but that

without your sweet breath of compassion upon it.