Lord, I am tangled up within
The chaos that I’ve made. I know that I would not be here
If I had never strayed.
And, looking back, I clearly see
The point where I got lost,
But it’s too late to change things now,
That line can’t be uncrossed.
You must be tired, Lord, by now
Of making my wrongs right,
Each time You get one straightened out
Another comes to light.
Yet still You hear me when I cry,
Answering tears with grace,
And, once again, come to my aid,
Redeeming my disgrace.
Psalm 33:18
But the eyes of the Lord are on those who fear him, on those whose hope is in his unfailing love
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