two sides, two truths

I fall and fall and fall again, trying
so hard to justify the lack of light under my skin.

He came and died and rose again, denying
himself to justify my lack of life because of sin.

I'm lost and unable to save.

He finds me and my soul awakes.

I'm far from brave.

He gives me grace.

I am in need and weak.
And without his mercy, I'll self-destruct.
I'll break, and lust will overtake my cross-given freedom.

I am satisfied in him when my weakness is known.
His mercy takes away the wreckage that once owned me.
I break, but lust loses flame to burn my blood-stained freedom.