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I stand here at the crossing bridge
'Twixt who I'll be and what I did
Eternity a chasm underneath us.
Facing forward means looking back
And I dare not, my soul was black
'Twas love that I exchanged for lust.
Is there yet grace enough to atone
For lives derailed and Kings dethroned
By carefully cultivated vice?
Moving onward means letting go
And I'm now old enough to know
That I've denied Truth more than thrice.
Here in the moment mirrors fail
I expect my face and I see hail
Destroying everything in sight.
I can't undo the damage done
I cannot face the rising Son
When I've been living in the night.
I stand here on the crossing bridge
'Tween who I'll be and what I did
Eternity envelops and surrounds us
Knowing I'm not able on my own
To choose to stand before a throne
To find my fading heart unjust.
Yet you tell me I must move
If I move, can I choose You
Without ever having seen myself?
Is there a place for my mistrust
For my pride, my sins and all my lust
With the broken things You fix Yourself?
And still someway the rest of me
These tiny parts, the best of me
Can end up in Your arms?