If I stood before the throne would I hear “Well done.”?
Or would I fall, that my works were all rags in Your sight?
Did I, in confusion forget my first Love?
is Your face turned away from my soul’s dark night?
Have I raced for redemption in my own strength?
Have I sought Your forgiveness in vain?
Have You not saved me when I was a child?
Am I missing the Savior I’ve known?
now to swim in the fire of lukewarm and mild
Have I wandered too far to come Home?
I want to be brave, I am cowardly
I need Your strength, I am weak
I am carnal. I focus so outwardly.
But know all the right words to speak
In traditions of man do I compromise,
yet form lists of laws from Your grace?
You could righteously judge me a hypocrite
and know not what to make of my faith.