This is the sound of my confession
Speak out loud my heart condition
I pray that I’ll be met with grace
As I stare my demons in the face
My tongue is loose with my opinions
I’m quick to speak but slow to listen
I hide behind my good intentions
Ignore my sin and vain ambitions
My hands hold hurts I can’t forgive
A past offense, my bitterness
I claim my rights, my innocence
My head won’t bow, my knees won’t bend
I’m sorry—I’m so sorry—God, I’m sorry
I’m sorry—I’m so sorry—please forgive me
I’ve been content to watch and see
To give much more’s too much for me
Can’t still my heart to hear you speak
Or loose my grip to let you lead
My work’s the master of my life
‘Cause I don’t trust you to provide
And I’m afraid to sacrifice
When sunday morning will suffice
I lift my hands to you and put my voice behind them too
I need you—I need you
I bow my heart to you and bend the knees below it too
I need you—I need you
When I repent, when I confess
You break the back of selfishness
My soul washed clean—no scar, no mark
And like a flood you fill my heart
