offenses

ill-conceived and second-rate
my offenses are too great
for a broken heart to bear

pulled over for this violation
I've made with my heart and hands
once more, a sudden abrogation
if there's no trusting left, i understand

Good God, you know just where it's rooted
Uncover and blanch it in the light
Close my eyes and see all the colors muted
Till I've learned the borders of my fight

and love always, always remains
buffeted by memories
battered by the pains
it heals and sets free

ill-conceived and second rate
my defenses crumble here
my offenses are not too great
for redeeming love to heal