Filthy

filthy, dirty, something that I can't explain I'm so unworthy, this gift You give me every day and sometimes I just can't buy the reason why You die everyday to cleanse the dirt of me and I try to get by without Your blood that covers me and I sigh as I die with each breath eventually and leaving no excape, I fall into Your waves and drink the love that washes over me how deep the flood, that washes me away how pure the blood, I'm not filthy anymore. and I cry oh my God what have I done I have nailed all these nails into Your only son and still You call me a precious lamb, a chosen one I'm filthy and You make me clean