Who is worthy?
Who can boast of perfection?
You know the deal! It’s real.
Neither you nor I,
can hide from this truth.
We claim to know; we claim to see,
We stand atop a glassy sea,
With a blurred reflection,
that we can hit perfection.
Down beneath this hidden grin
Is the stench of vile sin,
Listen now, listen to this;
Salvation beckons still,
Hope is not far from reach,
But first, you must admit;
The truth of your trespasses.
Come with your shame and guilt,
Come and be washed clean
Come now to the sea,
Where life begins at Eternity.
