The sinner's hands

You say that I'm the freak,
but you burdened me with crushing weight.
I know that I am weak:
the sins in me do not abate.

Please give me some room to breathe,
to cleanse my body, mind and soul.
Though I know, again I'll fall,
fearing You won't make me whole.

I dare not step into Your light,
fearing it will burn my skin.
But I do dream of Your love,
hoping it will ignite me from within.