Memoir

I was hopeless, chained to vice after vice

And I defied you until I prayed you would just let me die

I was finished and slept in grave after grave

And waited buried, but the end I deserved never came

The wrath that I was owed

Poured on your blameless son

For every song I’ve sung

Still it seems senseless

The righteousness He owned

Free to us wicked ones

I fit it in my lungs

But it leaves me breathless

You were fearless

And took my shame upon shame

And as I yielded you

Were crushed by the weight

But It was finished

When by grace upon grace

Hell was silenced as you stepped out from your grave

The wrath that I was owed

Poured on your blameless son

For every song I’ve sung

Still it seems senseless

The righteousness He owned

Free to us wicked ones

I fit it in my lungs

But it leaves me breathless

Since the first time you spoke it

I've been winded and gasping for air

I can barely repeat it

I believe but I don’t understand

How for all of the violence and rebellion

That heaves in my chest

You could call me forgiven

And restore every last wasted breath

Hell go on and rage

Whatever you may say

My G-d, He speaks for me

And I'll not be ashamed

Hell go on and rage

You can't change a thing

My G-d, You speak for me

So I'll not be ashamed