“Even Me”

Wayne Auman © 2007

 

All of my life,

I’ve lived my own way.

No time for God,

Never bothered to pray.

Now here I am broken,

And down on my knees.

Could the God that I’ve cursed,

Love even me?

 

I’ve lived a charmed life,

Or so it would seem.

To those who know me,

I’m just livin’ the dream.

I got the world by the tail,

I’m who they want to be.

Then why with all of this,

Is my soul haunting me?

 

I’ve lived for my pleasure,

My power, my pride.

I’ve gained so much treasure,

But there‘s no love left inside

I‘m a liar, a cheater,

The king of hypocrisy.

How could a Holy God,

Love even me?

 

Then a man on the street,

With the most compelling eyes,

Told me who I should meet,

And then I’d realize.

That no matter what I’ve done,

And no matter what my sin,

That God’s only Son,

Could make me new again.

 

Even me?

After all I’ve done?

What makes me worthy,

Of God’s Holy Son?

I deserve damnation,

For my sinful history.

Could there be salvation,

For even me?

 

He told me God’s Grace,

Is stronger than I know.

And that the blood of Jesus,

Would wash me white as snow.

That His perfect love,

Would last for eternity.

And that He died on the cross,

Because he loved-even me..