I’ve struggled with sin for so long,
You’ve been so right, I’ve been so wrong.
When will I triumph over my sin?
When will true closeness to You begin?
“At the cross” you reply with a strong voice,
“My Son made the ultimate choice,
He took your sin and nailed it there with Him
So that your time being near Me could begin.
So don’t fail to praise Me with all you are
Because your sins were forgiven through His scars.”
Your love for me, o God, is beyond compare,
But I’ll do all I can to lay my sould bare
So that you can see that my love is true
All my days I will spend praising You.
(I realize this is not the best poem ever–it’s not even in the top 1,000,000,000,000–but it’s what I am feeling at the moment).