The skies grow dark as storms rush in.
My soul is dragged down by the weight of my sin.
The demons are with me all day and all night.
Then I hear Him whisper, "I am the way, the truth, the life."
My mind is held hostage, shackled with chains.
It all seems so heavy; the guilt, the shame, the pain.
How could He love me with all that I've done?
Then I hear Him whisper, "You're why I sent my Son."
I want to know Him but my sin is so great.
How could He forgive so much pride, anger and hate?
I feel so unworthy. I can't show my face.
Then I hear Him whisper, "You're saved by My grace."
Slowly my burdens begin to lift.
I'll never understand such a wonderful gift.
Day by day He's making me whole.
Then I whisper back, "Thank you God for saving my soul."