[ Lord, now I know how my cousin’s puppy felt ]

Lord, now I know how my cousin’s puppy felt
shaking in a corner, blows about  to land,
for I  tremble also,  cornered and afraid
overshadowed by guilt’s  heaviest  hand;
been living with the shame so very long
it was only time before I’d be found out,
don’t know what’s worse, the punishment
or the unconfused sin only I  knew about.

Now comes the decision, do I remain here
or what I'd rather do, make a run for it?
between the legs of what I must now  face
or disappear like a vapor, avoid being hit;
with the realization I need a lot of help
by people who have seen another,  not me,
a roll of dice can’t decide though I wish
truth I know is  the only way to be free.

So I get in a position, not cowering or fetal
but on both knees where You Father wait for me,
patiently with Your loving hands  and Your feet
once bloody now scarred, only Jesus You can see;
in me, though I have strayed so very far away
yet the blood of Your Son Jesus never faded as I,
behind this  veil of disobedience,  now  naked
like two in a garden, believing the snake’s lie.

I will stay and take what You have richly provided
in your covenant, both the courage and the  power,
to do what is right in Your sight, which is to  run
to Your many names, where stands  a  high tower;
as Your  righteous daughter it’s there I am safe
not from discipline,  for me Father You  love,
but from condemnation, being  not illegitimate
having been  born a second time  in Zion above.