I am guilty, ashamed of what I've done, what I've become.
These hands are dirty. I dare not lift them up the Holy One.
You plead my cause. You right my wrongs.
You break my chains. You overcome.
You gave Your life to give me mine.
You say that I am free. How can it be?
I've been hiding, afraid I've let you down.
Inside I doubt that You still love me.
But in Your eyes there's only grace now.
Though I fall, You can make me new.
From this death I will rise with You.
Oh the grace reaching out to me!
How can it be? How can it be?
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