Still.

Are Your gates still warm

and welcoming

Opened up to a wreck like me

Though I came tattered

and with stains

You embraced me and taught me

Are Your eyes still searching

deep within

Piercing through my soul for truth

Please search me

and find out my faults

that I may confess them before You

And turn away

even if it takes too many times

Please rebuke me

and not stay silent

For Your silence

is more painful than a sword.