Am I the prodigal son,

Or am I the brother?

Am I the repentant and forgiven,

Or am I just a sinner?

Am I Mary with her perfume,

Or am I a Pharisee?

Lord Jesus please have mercy on me.

 

Am I the faithful widow,

Or am I hoarding jars of clay?

Am I stepping off the edge of a boat,

Or am I a rich man turning away?

Am I the centurion,

Or Thomas saying, “how can it be?”

Lord Jesus please have mercy on me.

 

Am I Esther stepping boldly

Into the presence of the king?

Am I David picking up river stones

To put inside my sling?

Am I Jonah running from You,

Or Samson sleeping with the enemy?

Lord Jesus please have mercy on me.

 

Am I Peter three times denying,

Or am I Solomon building a temple?

Am I Joseph with a coat and a dream,

Or am I just Eve with an apple?

Am I watching You write in the dirt,

Or am I pointing accusingly?

Lord Jesus please have mercy on me.

Am I turning the other cheek,

Or am I still casting stones?

Am I laying down burdens and crowns,

Or am I trying to do it all on my own?

Am I waiting for You in an upper room,

Or hanging beside You on a tree?

Lord Jesus please have mercy on me.

 

Please let Your mercy fall upon me,

Please come and make me new.

Like Paul, would You blind me with You glory,

Until all I can see is You.

Will I find within me, faith just like a seed-

To believe that You – Emmanuel,

Would save a wretch like me?


I am forgetting the taste of manna,

I am Abraham staring at the sky.

I am Daniel, on my knees in defiance,

I am Gideon, asking for another sign.

I am beating a rock with the very same staff

That was used to split the sea,

Lord Jesus please have mercy on me.

Who am I that You are mindful of me?

I just can’t comprehend,

How can the One that I call ‘Messiah‘

Choose to call a sinner ‘friend’?

Grace beyond understanding,

Who could fathom such forgiveness –

The King of all eternity,

Washing the feet of Judas.


Lord Jesus…