Truth be told, innocent— my soul ain't so!

In thee I pleaded;
Heard my pleas thine ears,
Kissing my fears away thy words that's here to stay!

Thine eyes gazes at thy Creation with grace and love,
Without haste they waited,
patiently to see the change in me.

How could I have been so blind?
I have been so insensitive as to hurt thee— My creator, my God...
The one that redeemed thine servant from sins of past that entangled my hair with and chained my hands and feet, thus prevented me from becoming that being thy faithfulness hath intended thine creation to be.

But what freed me completely were the nails that pierced the FATHER'S begotten;
I've been washed by the blood that poured from the Cross where thy son has been crucified.
And by that blood, I've been saved—
Cleansed from transgressions,
Forgiven because of my savior!