THE SINNER’S SAVED

I try to understand but…

This head is empty, empty for want of reasons

I go down on my knees but…

These knees are hurting, hurting under the weight of guilt and fear

I lift up my hands but…

These hands are dirty, dirty from my unclean activities

I try to utter words of regret but…

This tongue is motionless, motionless because it cannot justify the excuses

I try, I do try hard most of the times but it seems to weigh me down all the time

The weight of sin, making me tag along paths I could have easily avoided

Widening the gap, the gap I created between my Saviour and I

This world is twisted but…

For GRACE, I’ve been made RIGHTEOUS!