I'm Sorry
1 cross
3 nails
4given
Christ is the one thing I cannot live without
He’s the air I breathe
The moon to my sun
My everything, my all, I stand in awe
He paid the ultimate sacrifice
So I may make it to paradise
Too often this is forgotten
So I’m sorry
I’m sorry that it took me so long to realize the magnitude of your sacrifice
I’m sorry that it was so hard for me to see the world through your eyes
I’m sorry I hid behind enemy lines
Wearing church as a disguise
I’m sorry I blamed you for every wrong in my life
Or for every beauty mark that was written with a knife
When in reality you were the only thing keeping me alive
I’m sorry that I placed he, she, her, him, it above your name
When you alone should have been seated on that throne
I’m sorry for seeking security from something so small
Throwing you to the side for an illusion of my religion
As if Benjamin Franklin would be the one to save us all
I’m sorry that the only time that I had the guts to mention your name
Was when I was guaranteed fame
I’m sorry Sunday became sinday and every other day that ended with a “Y” became the same
I’m sorry that the people sent to guide me, didn’t deny me, yet I denied them and turned my attention to other men
I’m sorry that my silence was deadlier than any weapon forged by man
Sending your children to a death so cruel even the devil wept
I’m sorry that my eyes were not closed to him alone, I just wanted to see her with no clothes
I’m sorry for stealing your glory by silencing the testimonies of your witnesses
I’m sorry that my tongue became like a slithering snake
Poisoning the truth, shattering their lives like an earthquake
I’m sorry that I spat upon your creation, seeing it as an abomination
I’m sorry that I lost my content to the extent that I would rather be anyone other than what Jesus meant
I’m sorry that instead of overcoming sin, I succumbed to it
Who am I
I am you
You are me
We
I, you, me, we
His death was the entrance to life
Greater than any man’s sacrifice
When he died, I died to self
And I was reborn as a new creation
Christ is the one thing I cannot live without
He paid the ultimate price
So I may make it to paradise
1 cross
3 Nails
4given
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