Fruits of my imperfection, fruits of my sin.
When will I ever have a renewed spirit within?
My vow, my pledge to Him,
has now been stepped over, it seems.
Oh, how I pleasured in your making! But now I pain in your birth…
If only I had known
that toils of the night don’t shine so bright
in the new day’s light.
Now my step is heavy on the ground
For it steps for two.
I hide in shame, I can’t move around
I should have waited for you!
To labor for my earthly desires is futile
I should have labored for Him
But you are here now,
You cant go back.
If you could stop crying maybe I could teach you
the Story of Him who I have wronged
To Him who I have cast unto the Cross for undeserved atonement,
To Him who I now give you to His charge,
that when you find Him
keep Him in your heart.
Sit at his feet and never follow me
into the wild, where I was devoured
Be His most faithful servant, for He is King.