wat have i?

to remember the price i made once, long ago,
tht very price, not worthy of much, but worth giving,
to know one who crated the rainbow, made the whipper, made iron for the nails, made the wood for the cross, is the same as the one who died on the cross, being drilled on the hands by the iron nails, whipped by piercing sin of mine.

yet, saddest of all, it is my sin, that break his heart.
for us.
wat shall i say then.
what have i?

how many times, have i took things into my own hands,
how many times, uncountable,
how many times i breathed is like how many times i've failed, yet less than the number of how many times he is with me.

if i would care, even i so evil, would care,
how much more he loves?
why did i hold back in my trust for him?
forgive me.

I know,He will.
wat have i?
evil as i am.
i've failed the many times.
hurt the many times.
and now, could i ask, tht i may rest, lean on you, and my soul find peace in you?