repentance

How many times have I failed you?
How many times today?
In my broken rage
In my silent fear
In the heart that is cold and hard and dead.
I give the cold shoulder
I turn a blind eye
I withhold my hands, my feet, my voice, my passion.

It's no use swearing that I'll change.
That things will be different now.
That I'll let myself care and act and love.
Because I'll fail again.
And I'll keep failing, over and over.
And my repeated failures, as they pile up
Will only be matched by one thing:
Repeated chances.
Because sometimes,
Through You
I succeed.