Disease (The Father's Son)
Verse 1
I failed, I failed and I failed again
The suffering I wrought is what I deserved
I should burn, it’s what I’ve earned
What a wretched man I am
I followed my heart, desperately wicked
I fed the disease, the sin in me
The evil that festers within, infecting the wounds, binding me to my sin
How far can I run before I’ve reached the limit of grace?
How far can I fall before I’m too far to reach?
I fed the disease, the sin in me
Rejected the narrow way
Am I my own disease?
Drowning in the cesspool of filth, a home I created, I built for myself
The burden I’ve grown on my back grows so heavy
It leaves me alone as I reap what I sow
How far can I run before I’ve reached the limit of grace?
How far can I fall before I’m too far to reach?
I fed the disease, the sin in me
Rejected the narrow way
Am I my own disease?
Doomed by the curse of Adam
Confirmed by my selfish whims
To repeat this cycle of filth
Perpetuating the mire
The eternity require
Receive in my soul
Follow the sin
Rinse and repeat
I am diseased
Father forgive me, I am unworthy
I’ve followed my path, now father pour out your wrath
“There’s no place that you could be, where my mercy cannot reach. Come home and be with me, repent and believe.
Oh my friends, rejoice with me!
My son has come home.
My son has come home.”
Luke 15:7, NIV
"I tell you that in the same way there will be [much] rejoicing in heaven over one sinner who repents than over ninety-nine righteous persons who do not need to repent."