How can it be, that You created me?
You knew from the start the dark in my heart,
yet You formed me and You adore me.
How can I stand apart from Your hand?
My legs quake and fall and I hear Your call,
But I run from grace when I should seek Your face.
I hide and I cry; my flesh loves lies.
The place where I lay, is in my own sin and shame.
At night my tears desert me,
and my strength falls away.
You whisper a love song,
You call to my heart.
You sing to my sorrow,
You pull me apart.
I am drowning in grace,
Your promises surround me.
Oh Lord, my peace,
when I am with You is when I am alive,
and when I am with You is when I survive.
This is my spirit's cry,
it sings this at least once a night.