I chose this path, knowing it leads to Hell
I burn inside from a way of walk, my fall
Lord called me to be, but my soul seethes
For I choose the worst things, I can't sleep
I can't dream, I am trapped in this question
How can a God perfect, create one like me
Full of sin, full of hungers, none are good
I was a stain from the beginning, doomed
Jesus offers grace, rather than punishment
Can't understand how I do not have to be
Perfect before I am clean, I'm redeemed
He didn't tell me be clean first, he said
Come follow me
