Contemplations of a Sinner Made Clean

Why did he love me,
So dirty, so mean?
Why did he choose
To wash me clean?
Why is he faithful,
When I fail every day?
Why does he care,
When I have gone astray?
Why did he save
This wretched broken heart?
Why did he redeem
When I fell apart?
I am worth nothing,
Yet he made me his own.
He made me his child
He gets the glory alone.
I have done nothing.
He did it all.
I am nothing,
But he is my all.


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