What have I done to make You feel this way?
I gave You everything I have.
You took it all away.
Do I deserve the pain I feel and this emptiness?
Am I alone? Where's my home? Are You still listening?
I can't afford to give You more.
This wasn't what I was looking for.
What will it take to make You understand?

I don't know if I can trust You.
It's getting harder just to love You.
What happened to Your so-called "perfect plan?"

Farther and farther away.
I find myself falling apart.
Deeper and deeper I sink.
Reaching for You, I'm reaching for You.

Carry me.
Bring me peace.

Asking questions still unanswered.
Please, oh God, give me a sign.
I feel as though I'm falling faster, carrying what isn't mine.
The questions asked have all been answered.
The blame I placed became my hell.
Left with nothing at the bottom of the hole I dug myself.
I blame myself.

Undeserving. Ungrateful. (Yet God, with undeserved kindness, declares that we are righteous. He did this through Christ Jesus when he freed us from the penalty for our sins.)

Please forgive me for all that I've done.
I'm defeated; a shameful son.
I have nothing to offer You.
I'm on my knees in front of You.
Take my life.
Have it all.
Just give me grace and hear my call.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.