Worship

Here I am before my Holy God
Knowing my sin, my death, my pain.
I wonder at how He still remains,
Knowing my rebellion, my wrongs, my chains.

I know my God and I know Him well,
That He is perfect, good, just, loving, wrathful.
My God knows me and me completely
That I am His son, made righteous by Him, yet ungrateful.

I dare not approach Him for fear of losing myself
Yet when I lose myself, He puts me back,
Clean, whole, justified, at peace.
Yet I fear that I will not find delight,
That I will yet hate my life of obedience,
Wishing I could return to being a sinful beast.

I know what, but I do not know why
I know how, but I do nothing instead.
The burden upon my shoulders is too great for me.
This is why I must learn to be dead.

Dead to myself I must become,
And once attained I must remain,
For in death is life and liberty,
For dead men have no chains.