A sinner's plea

A wretched creature,
I am, I am,
Bound in my own chains.
By the devil's hands,
My soul he hungers,
To ruin me,
His venomous lies,
Poison my being.

He tempts me with lust,
A promising disguise,
To watch me fall again,
To mock my soul's cries,
Hurling self-worth,
He spits in my face,
Telling me I'm unworthy,
Of infinite grace.

I look down at my hands,
And down to my feet,
Chains I have made,
Shows a spirit of defeat,
Is his grace even big enough,
To save a sinner like me?

I look at his wrists,
And the blood-soaked tree,
My chains fell off,
My soul set free,
His look of pure love,
Seems too good to be.

For such a wretched creature,
Someone like me,
For a wretched creature,
I am, I am.