I'm Sorry Yah
Oh, dear Yahawashai, I kneel before thee,
My heart laid bare, my soul set free.
I'm sorry for the wrongs I've done, the pain I've caused,
For every lie, every deceit, every heart I've wounded and paused.
I'm sorry for the adultery of heart and flesh,
For the stolen moments, the secret mesh.
I'm sorry for the disobedience, the rebellion, the pride,
For neglecting You, and Your Word, and Your guidance inside.
I'm sorry for the theft, the taking what's not mine,
For the ingratitude, the blessings left behind.
I'm sorry for the ignorance, the blindness, the sleep,
For not recognizing Your hand, Your love, Your gentle creep.
I'm sorry for the hatred, the anger, the strife,
For manipulating Your Word, and twisting Your life.
I'm sorry for the reprobate mind, the darkness, the night,
For drinking the wine of Babylon, and losing sight.
I'm sorry for being sorry, for the words that I've said,
But oh, Yahawashai, I'm sincere, my heart is broken and dead.
Take me back, dear Lord, clear my path, correct my way,
Protect me from the enemy, and guide me day by day.
Grant me the Holy Spirit, to point me to You,
To give me a genuine heart, a love that's true.
I want to know You more, to walk in Your ways,
To follow Your lead, to shine with Your light, to praise.
Oh, Yah, hear me out, hear my plea,
I know I don't deserve Your forgiveness, but please be with me.
I'm willing to learn, to grow, to change,
To surrender to Your will, to rearrange.
In Your mercy, forgive me, wash me clean,
Give me a new heart, a heart that beats for You alone, serene.
Help me to love You more, to love others too,
To live a life that's worthy, a life that's true.
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Panashe Chigwedere
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