Room At The Cross
By Frederick Blanchard
Is there room for a sinner like me
To come back time after time,
Seeking forgiveness and renewal
For actions or thoughts that are but as slime?
Do you tire of repetitiveness
Or the feebleness of mankind,
Who cannot control a single fiber of his being
That seems to be with sin intertwined?
Oh precious Redeemer, you indeed are longsuffering
Bear with us once again on this day,
For we remember your blood stains on the cross
On which you offer to take our sins far away.
Father, our existence relies totally on you
Become the oxygen that we breathe,
Let your Spirit flow through our entirety
Daily in our holiness we desperately need to bathe.