Tarnished.

Swift to forget Your blessing,
hesitant to answer Your call,
and slow to start confessing
how badly sin makes me fall.

My face remains hidden
and this heart stays sealed.
With life lived as a midden,
may a tarnished soul be healed?

By grace, they say,
all of my errors and iniquity
can be washed away.
Oh, the overwhelming possibility!

Looking past my transgressions
and into my unworthy heart,
You love me without condition
and view me as Your work of art.