I made the bed I'm lying in,
out of crude black nails, and laced with sin
and though my back is ripped and red,
I'll sleep here tonight again.
And I'll pull the covers over my face
to hide my shame from meeting Your gaze
This time I fear I went too far
to ever deserve your grace.

And yet You love, and still You see
past all the sin that's consuming me
And you hold my heart in nail scarred hands,
as You whisper to me of bigger plans
You're relentless love is washing over me.