Directed

I cry, needing grace that comes from you. My heart, warped and dead, does not beat true. Each sin spoken out as I confess, and judged - forgiven, is how you bless If I would just try to save myself My fate: I would fail to gain your wealth Instead I must trust in what you spoke That you will remake what I left broke Each step that I force on my own path is wrong and a leap toward your fierce wrath but Love, you did give, to search in zeal and die, to spare me, by Love's appeal Regret fills my soul for how I've wronged for he, left his place, where he belonged to buy and redeem each worthless child as if I were gold marked pure then piled So please, on right roads, have me embark And have me not fear the way so dark your rod and your staff they comfort me and I, in your home, will always be