Sitting here thinking,How many times I've hurt you
You absorbed the cruelest daggers
You chose to forget them all
Rebellion were my clothes of choice
Anarchy, not faith ran through my blood
Why did I run from Your love of ages?
What deception plagued my true sight?
What must you think when I utter such filth
Lord of Lords, when I play king of the hill
Waving my fist at your sky
You respond gently, calling me home
Chorus
There will be no excuses, for the things that I've done
You won't hear false promises from me
All I have to offer You, is this prayer of apology
For there'll be no excuses, for the things that I've done
I know that You've forgiven me
For all the darkness of my past
For the times I promised You I would change
Just to get what I asked
Why did you give me so many chances?
While I was your enemy you died for me
Purest thoughts toward a horrible creature . . .
What deception confused your truth?
Now I'm in need of your holy cleansing
Saturate my mind, my heart, my soul
Cover me with your robe of righteousness
Trembling at the sight of your love
You ask for everything,
Yet give us everything in return
There is no turning back now,
Only one way will I turn.
