Because that's how much I've said it.
I always commit these sinful crimes,
And then I always regret it.
For some stupid reason, I did it again:
This deed that I'd promised was through.
I don't know why I keep wanting to sin,
But I keep on hurting You.
Transgression gives only a fleeting pleasure,
Quickly replaced by death.
And with it I forfiet the greater treasure;
Sin is my very breath.
Then when it's all done, I feel so ashamed
That I've sinned against You once more.
I did the wrong, but it's You who was blamed,
And I know it's the sin you deplore.
But this is the most astounding:
I just ask, and You forgive.
I still feel Your love abounding,
And now I can truly live.
It's not an excuse to keep sinning
In spite of Your unedning grace;
But another new, clean beginning,
Each time I mess up in this race.