guilty I come to you
      on my belly again
      crawl before you
      struggling to repent
      saying, “I’m sorry”
      but taking it back
      because I don’t
      mean it

how does my heart
       get so hard before you
       that I wouldn’t care
       How can I make
       another
             my god?

Do I trust you enough
       to give over to you
       all my life and heart?
       You built it
              guarded it
              died for it
              died for me…
       You hold me in the palm
           of your hand
       and I try to scramble
       out between your fingers
       freefalling to a chasm
       you never let me reach

Pick me up
       hold me Jesus
       comfort me to you
       cradle me
       to your heart

Love me, God
       though I am weak
       I want to know you
       seek your face
       more than all others

guilty I come to you
       crawling once again
       on the palm of your hand
       belly down face to the ground
       I am sorry, God
       so sorry!
       … and this time i mean it
       it pours from my heart
       I cannot live without you
             do not want to
             I miss you
             tremble for you
             weep within my soul
             as I break before you
             unable to heal myself
             unable to comfort myself
             unable to come to you

So I lay before you
             guilty
       cradled in the palm of nail-scarred hands.