Father, i've failed you again
and i'm down on my knees
they're bruised and they're bleeding
from all the other times
that i've failed to see
i miss the way that you would smile at me
and i could rest in your hand
but i'm sick Lord, and i'm failing and i'm dying
touch me again
i've tried so hard to please you
then down i go again
it's just that i long to see that smile upon your face
instead of pain when i've sinned
for you to be proud of me
and take joy in my song
i know Lord, there's nothing i can do to make you my father
and i thank you Lord, there's nothing i could do to make me worthy of you, Father
because you took me as your son
he said, "take this bread it is my body, broken for you
remember me with this cup
my child i know that you are struggling
and it's because you took the weight on your own
the reason this supper was made to remember
was so you could see that it was me who carried you to the Father
and soon i'll carry you home..."
