When I grow close to God And give Him glory and laud, I begin to feel insignificant, And I realize I'm not innocent.
I see my wicked heart, saturated in sin, And turn my face, ashamed, from Him. I find myself to be a worthless bug And don't know why with God I am smug.
I fall to my knees, trembling with fear, For I believe the wrath of God is very near. I plead for his mercy, I beg for his grace, I ask that He, on me, shine His face.
He smiles at me, And points, so I can see, A cross, now stripped bare, Where Jesus took my sins and cares ...