Sorry.
A sorrow for sin unknown.
Hardly discerned by man
Hardly learned.
But I still sorry am
for sorrow I have brought,
for pain I have wrought
upon the one I loved.
Sorrow cannot remove
what rash and unkind words have brought.
I question every action, motive and word.
I stand before that judgement seat of Christ
and still I wonder what you heard
while my intent you have sliced
and placed upon your scale
and weighed, finding want.
Yet, if you could see with heaven's eye,
discern with heaven’s mind,
what would you see?
The mote that’s in my eye
or does that log blind
from seeing into the heart,
looking into the mind?
Have you a sorrow that cannot be repented of,
a godly sorrow.
Have you ever truly seen what work
the devil has wrought upon your heart.
You seem so sure that I am the one to blame
but have you ever seen your part?
I have said many things that I regret.
I love you still in spite
of all my stupid thoughts
not knowing wrong from right.
Not knowing...
Ignorance is my defense.
That is all of which I’m sure.
Surely, I do not understand.
Sorry.
A sorrow I cannot explain.
It’s wracked my brain.
I can only hope that God can make it right,
That His work will remain,
That His eye can discern the cause and find the cure,
that His love will endure.
But I am still the same.
A frail man of dust
composed of mortal frame
consumed by human lust
wretched miserable poor and blind
but sorry just the same.