You look at me with sorrow

I am so ashamed, ungrateful

Sin after sin, with no purpose

Visible holes in your hands and feet

A crown of thorns, undeserving

You hung there on that cross

Bore the whips and scorns of many

Accepting death for my sins

Rising, to wash them away

You took the pain I deserve

Then paved the way to heaven

So that the unworthy could enter in

My Comforter, My Shield

I’m sorry for the pain I caused

You gave the gift I can never repay

I thank you Gracious Jesus

For accepting a traitor like me