redeemer

I'm down on my knees, begging you to trust me. And how could you? When I can't even begin to trust myself. I'm dying to please, begging you to forgive me. And how could you? When I can't even begin to forgive myself. It feels like a punch in the gut, this love, whether it's supposed to or not. A sickly, bittersweet, punch in the gut -- how you dare to put up with me.
You have put your trust in me; I can put my trust in you.
I find forgiveness in your grace; Though sin still taints my walk