when is it too late
when I’ve been running all of my life
and gotten myself into more trouble
than I even knew how
surely I have fallen too deep
I’ve covered myself in bruises
from assuring myself that I could do it all
and that I knew better than you.
after all why would you let me back in
you know my shortcomings and see all my iniquity
yet you welcome me home again
with a robe and a ring
what a trade you offer
my faults for your glory
and unconditional love
for a prodigal me.