Repentance Psalm 2

Lord I look to you,

and you are not pleased.

Many have been the wounds I have inflicted upon you.

I’m taking off the old man and am washing my hands,

But you still do not look at me.

How good you have been to me,

that you pour out your love everyday to me.

You have been faithful in mercy.

I have been faithful with grieving you.

My eyes darken, and my hands are worthless.

What am I without you?

The scars I have inflicted have run deep,

but your grace is deeper still.

Yet how can I take away the pain from your eyes?

The endless pain of my existence,

The whip across your back?

The thorn in your brow?

The nail in your hand?

All you wanted was my heart,

and I gave you agony.

Time and again.

Time and again.

I have become a shell.

You have become a lion.

What can I do to pay for a single sin?

How can I make any effort worthy?

Apart from you I can do nothing.

And now you feel so far away.

I do not hide my tears.

I throw aside my idols.

Nothing has ever compared to your love.

Have I lost that too?

The Lord demonstrates His love in this; While we were still dead in our sins, Christ died for us. — Romans 5:8

This is love, not that we loved God, but He loved us and sent His son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins. — 1 John 4:10

For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord. — Romans 8:38–39