prayer disconnection


oh what grace this is
that came to be
that you God could love a wretched
a twisted thing such as me
mine eyes are just as wasted
at times my soul seems just as separated
but still
you perfect love me
the heavens twist and flex
bend and reach
fitting my wayward design
filling mine
oh what grace this is that came to me
that God would love a wretched thing
like me