Christ’s blood has freed me from the bondage of sin
And yet I return to its chains once again
Ignoring the debt I could never repay
I add to it fervently, day after day.
I sin and repent and then sin once again
I return on my knees to my Lord, my dear Friend
I scorn Him with actions and spite Him with breath
But each time at His throne sweet forgiveness I get.
Why doesn’t Jesus spit me out at His feet?
I’m a raging blasphemer, a deplorable cheat
I’m lower than hell and the demons thereof
I deserve nothing less than abhorrence – not love.
I’m chiefest of sinners fighting for a dead cause
I deserve least of all any heaven’s applause
And yet when I came to Him, fell at His feet
He said, “Child, I love you, and now you are free.”
Why in the world would a sinner like me
Be accepted of God and His family tree?
In a thousand lifetimes I never could earn
That which with sins I do constantly spurn.
And yet my dear Jesus, He died on the cross
A death so depraved at the hands of the lost
I’ve no other choice now, I can’t help but sing
I love You, my Savior, and praise You, my King.
Copyright 2014 Katelin Taylor
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a nice poem, Katelin. Read my poem, Love and L u s t. Thanks.