Memoir

I was hopeless, chained to vice after vice
And I defied you until I prayed you would just let me die
I was finished and slept in grave after grave
And waited buried, but the end I deserved never came

The wrath that I was owed
Poured on your blameless son
For every song I’ve sung
Still it seems senseless
The righteousness He owned
Free to us wicked ones
I fit it in my lungs
But it leaves me breathless

You were fearless
And took my shame upon shame
And as I yielded you
Were crushed by the weight
But It was finished
When by grace upon grace
Hell was silenced as you stepped out from your grave

The wrath that I was owed
Poured on your blameless son
For every song I’ve sung
Still it seems senseless
The righteousness He owned
Free to us wicked ones
I fit it in my lungs
But it leaves me breathless

Since the first time you spoke it
I've been winded and gasping for air
I can barely repeat it
I believe but I don’t understand
How for all of the violence and rebellion
That heaves in my chest
You could call me forgiven
And restore every last wasted breath

Hell go on and rage
Whatever you may say
My G-d, He speaks for me
And I'll not be ashamed
Hell go on and rage
You can't change a thing
My G-d, You speak for me
So I'll not be ashamed