Though I Am Stained With Sin

 

I count my disgraces each day,
My sins pile up and up.
I know it can’t take too much more
To fill my bitter cup.
 
I turn and call out in my shame
To Him who loved me first,
He listens as I count each one,
Deserving to be cursed.
 
I reach to pick up all the proof
Of each sin on my mind,
But an empty and shining cup
Is all that I can find.
 
He cleansed me of each sinful stain,
And told me try again.
Confessed, redeemed, and loved by Him.
It’s all part of His plan.
 
I don’t know why He loves me still,
I try, but always fail
To stay close by the side of Him
Who bore my soul’s travail.
 
I know I can’t walk perfectly,
But I trust in His light,
And though I stumble, now and then,
I know He holds me tight.
 
Even today, though still in sin,
He calls me to His grace,
And walks beside me, holds me up.
He counts not my disgrace.
 
His love is patient, forgiving,
And His mercy’s divine.
Though I have stained my soul with sin,
By His grace it will shine.
 
Romans 5:8
but God shows his love for us in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us.
 
Romans 6:14
For sin will have no dominion over you, since you are not under law but under grace.
 
Ephesians 1:7
In him we have redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of our trespasses, according to the riches of his grace

This fun photo of a muddy Cape Buffalo is another gift from AC and Africa.