by OnlyThreeWords

Your own power means nothing
Your own righteousness produces only darkness

You are dead at the bottom on an ocean of sin
Feel the weight of your mistakes
Feel the pain of your failure
Be dragged down by the holds of sin
And known nothing you can do will ever save you

All push and all strive, but none succeed
Yet let this be a shout of joy

For there is someone to arbitrate between us
To lay his hand upon us all
Someone to remove God's wrath from us
So that His terror would frighten us no more
But without His blood, your hope will become a dying gasp