These things are running through my mind

God's path for me is hard to find.

It's true, there are things that I do wrong

Maybe sing the dirty parts of a song...

Or use the words of others

And then use that mouth to kiss my mother.

I know that He is not proud

But I am to scared to pray

Fearing what He might say.

I'm scared of what he thinks of me

Because to Heaven, I hold no key.

Promises In have broken

Have ridden me of my token

To come before my maker unashamed

My name is stained

With the things in my past...

I need direction, I need a sign

To know that I again can be divine

In the sight of God

Instead of living in fraud...

I''ve almost lost hope, but I still try

But I always ask myself, why?

I can't be forgiven of those sins.

He told me what I was doing was wrong

But I kept singing that dirty song.

See where it's led me?

He'll never forgive me...

Hown can I confess what I have done?

It seems as though Satan has won...

But I don't want to give up.

Christ drank from that cup

So that I would be forgiven.

If I was God I would not want me

My sins would not "be forgiven thee."

God, though, is perfect.

I do not deserve it.

Can I confess my tainted spirit?

Does God really want to hear it?

If I could go back in time

There would be no rhyme.

And life would be better...

The weight on my shoulders is too heavy

I wish that I could be ready!

To meet my God without shame

Because I have tainted my name.

I've sold myself short

But you can't see my remorse

Because I hide behind my other sins

To prevent others from seeing within

The hardships pf my heart.