the way i crawled upon your knee?
those childish games of hide and seek seem a million miles away.
am i lost in some illusion?
or am i what you thought i'd be?
now it seems, i've found myself in need to be forgiven.
is there still room upon that knee?
if i give my life, if i lay it down,
can you turn this life around, around?
can i be made clean by this offering or my soul?
can i be made whole again?
have i labored off of nothing?
trying to make it on my own.
fear to reach out to the hand who understands me?
say 'i'd rather be here all alone.'
it's all my fault, i sit and wallow in seclusion.
as if i had no hope at all, i guess truth becomes you.
i have seen it all motion, that pride becomes before a fall.
if i give my life, if i lay it down,
can you turn this life around around?
can i be made clean by this offering of my soul?
can i be made whole again?
can i offer up this simple prayer?
pray it finds a simple ear?
a scratch in your infinite time?
not withstanding my fallings not withstanding my crimes?
jennifer knapp/"whole again"/kansas
"if we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive
us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness."
I John 1:9
something about that song today hit me.
rest in His forgiveness.
"My grace is sufficient for you,
for my power is made perfect in weakness."
2 Corinthians 12:9
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