The Weeping Moon

There is a God who loves,
But I do not deserve His tender mercies.
My sins entrap my heart in darkness,
They leave my gut with a pit of despair.
How did I come to love such darkness when I was dwelling in Your glorious light, oh Lord?
I am so far away from You, and I have not even seen her but in passing glances.
You are a God of second chances,
My heart is weak, longing for worldly romances.
I long to be redeemed, oh God I plead to be washed clean.
Return to me my Love,
Shine Your perfect face on me.
Only then shall I have salvation.
My hearts longs for, even angers for my own death.
What I’ve done deserves nothing less.
How could I shame her?
What darkness is in my heart!
If only I could have loved,
But now we are torn in part,
Dirtied by longings in the dark,
Shamed by what we’ve done,
Impatient for the love of the Son.
Cover me in Your unrelenting love,
Pour over me Your precious blood.
Only then shall I have salvation.