I have sinned and fallen short.
I have failed and gone astray.
I lie felled before temptation.
I let Satan get his way.

I committed cosmic treason.
I rebelled against my King.
I have cast away His Word.
I let wickedness take wing.

I am dead in my transgressions.
Eden's Curse imbues my soul.
But in spite of my depravity,
God wills that I be whole.

Unto Himself He pulls me.
I still wallow in my sin.
Though I cannot beg for mercy,
Eden's Savior takes me in.

He roots up every evil,
And he leaves it in the past:
At a Cross upon a Hill,
Where they thought he breathed his last.

I no longer writhe in anguish,
Nor lose sleep to empty fear.
The night becomes a comfort,
For my Shepherd holds me dear.

I do not deserve His favor,
Yet He loves me just the same,
And He saves me not for my sake,
But the glory of His Name.