My words are dirt
And I’m not who you think I am
The outward me
Just a mask that I’m living in
Trying so hard for transparency
But I’m hiding my sins, my shame
My righteousness just another blasphemy
Nowhere I can shift the blame
The scandal of our sin is matched
By grace undeserved, unearned
Wretches we are, yet we’re bought in blood
Lifted from filth immersed
The furious fire consuming our sin
Is the only thing I will boast
Repentance my life, repentance my core
I’m captive to shame no more
Hot coals, hot coals, hot coals, on my soul
Hot coals, on my soul
No righteousness to speak of
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