my hands were stained by blood
filthy blood
i was a man of sin,
of regret,
save me from this nothingness
i need to believe in something;
to believe in something
i have got nothing to show
got nothing to offer
i am the shame
i am the unpredictable outcast
deceit is what i am known for
the gun is my insignia
yet You came for me,
with longing arms You embraced me
You took my hand,
and wiped these incessant tears;
You were there all along
all along
my mistakes were irreparable
but You proved me wrong,
You said i can change
and change it is
it is the sweetest love,
i forget all the pain,
all the hatred i have come to know
in my heart, i know You never left me
after all these, You remain to be,
my Savior.
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