How can I look into His face,
Once again in need of His grace.
I know I've made His just heart ache
Even mine is about to break.
I see His tears in falling rain,
and know I am the cause of pain.
Yet He reaches down from above
and touches me with a heart of love.
He lifts me from the filthy mud,
and makes me clean with His pure blood.
And now I'm walking by His side,
with a heavenly home where we'll abide.