A debt I owe
I want to deny myself. Every single time I want to.
But then I kneel before you, just to turn around and sin again.
I know you love me, and you always deliver on your promises.
So, if I truly love you like I say I do, then why can’t I keep them.
I wonder if it was the other way round would I be so forgiving?
Sin, forgive, sin, forgive, sin, forgive, Amen.
The question I must ask is do I love you more than I love the sin?
Will I choose you and resist or choose weakness and give in?
Will I speak truth or lies?
Will I proclaim your name or deny?
Will I be humble or full of pride?
Will I trust in you or idols to provide?
Will I be generous or unkind?
Will I sit in prayer or go to others to confide?
But as I sit on that fence that the devil owns hopping either side,
Jesus chose to pay the price and be crucified so that I can be his bride.
For every time I do not resist,
I am another adding a thorn to his platted crown, a crimson stream marking his holy skin,
I am another spitting on him looking down, as his holy hands hang on the cross wood to pin,
I am another throwing stones from the ground, at his holy body bruised and beaten,
I am another mocking his sacrifice on that mount, where his holy salvation would begin,
I have no excuse for he broke the power of sin.
So yes, I spend a lifetime wondering in a world where I know I do not belong,
but a lifetime I get to live because you sacrificed your only son.
So next time I sit on that fence I must climb down to face you,
Because Jesus paid the price for my sin, and my debt is due.