Jesus it's time, and I need you near.
It's time to sling stones at this freedom I fear.
Forgiven I've lived, forgiven I've been.
But the weight of my life still haunts where I am.
So I'm going forth, with your strength I will fight.
To know that my battle is won with Christ's light.
My past's ugly, it's painful, and I wish to forget.
But instead it pummels me with unending fists.
To your will I am bending, I am begging to break.
Please help me find healing in a whole world of fake.
Your gift I don't grasp - at least not yet in this place.
With faith I step forward in search of . . . true grace.