I am half the man I think I am
One forth of the husband I should be
One tenth the pastor I should be
Five percent the leader I think I am
truth is
I’m sick
My heart dark and dirty
My mind uncontrolled and tormented
I wish my condition was better
that I could make it better
That the dirt of my everyday sinful existence would no longer cling to me like a spiderweb unexpectedly ran into.
Like superglue contacting skin
Like black mold.
Jesus, I need you
I need you
I need you
Jesus, I’m lost without you
Lost without you
lost without you.
Jesus, I need a savior
a savior
a savior
and you’re the One.
Take my nothingness
Take my nastiness
Take my stink
and wash me clean
wash me clean
wash me clean.
Help me Jesus
to be what I should be
in You
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