Late at night I stare at my reflection;
I'm no stranger to the real me that hides behind this "perfection".
My sin, I know it, much deeper than the sea.
What could people ever see in me?
You see, to you I may look all good.
Yet, If only I could make this understood.
Real goodness I lack,
Don't you see? My heart is hardened and black.
I've tried my best,
worked hard, all the rest.
The harder I try I realize in fear
that the real me becomes evermore clear.
What sin you have not perceived,
The penalty He has already received.
I see the wholes in His hands and feet
as I gaze up to His mercy seat.
Who am I to deserve His grace?
To see His goodness, to look at His face.
Oh Lord! You gave Your one and only Son!
Cant' You see all that I’ve done?
Who am I to deserve this great love?
That You, Jesus, may come from above.
My heart is full of death and strife.
I don't deserve what You offer me, Your Life.
Lord, forgive me, I'm wrong.
I give up, I've been wrong all along.
You say Your grace is a gift,
so please save me, and please be swift!
Your love I don't deserve,
Yet You came down to save and to serve.
I once was a slave to sinful me.
By Your Life, Lord, You have set me gloriously free!
I'm no stranger to the real me that hides behind this "perfection".
My sin, I once knew it, but He’s washed me clean.
A more blessed man I have never been!
Matthew Walton
