I’m a hopeless wretch
My life’s story in front of me you etch
I’m a dirty imperfection
You show me my potential reflection
Despite your love I still lust
I spit in your loving face- and sometimes cussed
I constantly turn my back on the life tree
Yet “Faithful!” you decree
I don’t deserve this Lord
That is why I’m playing this psalm on my chord
Hallelujah to the Lamb
He is my protecting dam
Hallelujah to my king
Soon it will be spring
For your love
Falls from above
So I thank you
For without the raft I’d be drowning in blue....
About Me
- Psalmer
- "There is a greater darkness than the one we fight. It is the darkness of the soul that has lost its way. The war we fight is not against powers and principalities, it is against chaos and despair. Greater than the death of flesh is the death of hope, the death of dreams. Against this peril we can never surrender. The future is all around us, waiting in moments of transition, to be born in moments of revelation. No one knows the shape of that future, or where it will take us. We know only that it is always born in pain." -Babylon 5