"What Can I Do?"

You call me to come be with You

To rid myself and be made anew.

Here in Your presence, I’m in the highest place.

Lavished with Your love and enamored by Your grace.

But so unworthy and undeserving am I,

Sinful and torn so much I want to cry.

Bringing nothing, but filthy rags,

Full of brokenness; covered with bags.

Lord, You can’t just want some time with me,

A girl who is blemished, unclean, and diseased.

You must want more, perhaps a song I can sing,

What can I bring to You, tell me anything.

I am begging, I am down on my knees,

An ashamed daughter, I know Your heart sees.

I will not be worthy of Your love any day,

But then I stop and hear You say:

“Daughter, I don’t want anything from you,

Just a heart that’s love for Me is undeniably true.

All I want is some time to lavish you with My love,

Time to show you My peace from up above.

Precious is our time, let it last a little longer,

It will build you up and make you stronger.

My child, My daughter, don’t you see?

You are perfectly beautiful to Me.

Sweetly broken child of mine,

You were made for a romance that’s so divine.

Don’t make this time such a task,

Just be with me, that is all that I ask.

My beloved, You bring so much joy to me,

I’m so in love with You, so just simply be.”