Daddy.

Daddy died for you,

While you hated him, He 
Died to bring you home. 

All for You.

When I write for you
It's all for you,
The pages of manuscripts flowing off my desk
All roiling onto the floor into a folded like fashion
Mess, the most beautiful literature mess,
The old papery smell that drifts into other the rooms-- how I love the smell
And how I love to brush ink black onto pure cloud white,
Oh how I love to write,
It's for you that I write
It's all for you.

Nothing to Give.

I can't bring anything to the cross
Nothing to give but my body, broken and uselessly bound
The weight of my sin was pulling me down until
Jesus you filled me with you Jesus you saved me by truth.



I have nothing to bring to you oh Lord
Yet you use me anyway despite my inequities
I failed you so many times, committed death deserving crimes
Time after time,
I hated you yet you loved me you kept pursuing me
Jesus you filled me with you Jesus you saved me with truth.



You use me though I'm guilty
No hate for me only pity
Time after time I break your heart
And you still love me as a son
Nothing can stand between you and I
Nothing can break what you have tied.






I was lost in sin and destroying myself
Believing lies and totally lost
Then you came and died for me
The murderer, adulterating liar
Only would you have compassion on someone like me,
Now I'm kneeling before the cross
Weeping for Jesus.