Slave

I am sinner, unclean.  I am a man of unclean lips, unclean heart, wrapped in the filth of my life.  It amazes me that you would use me, it amazes me that you can redeem me.  You don’t balk at the sight I present, you don’t condemn me for my sins for they have been paid, they have been cleansed.  On my own I suffer, on my own I would languish in the pit.  But you have come down; you reach in to my filth to pull me to you.  You wash me, not with water where I would dirty myself once again, but with your blood, which now coats me.  What is my response?  It has to be my whole life.  Not just a little bit, not just some time or some actions of my life, but my whole life.  All that I am is the response.  You have saved me, you own me, I am not my own.  I am a slave, I am a bond servant, I am yours.